A rustle in the dry leaves, a moving pattern of sunlight through the tree tops, an ever-charging image of the forest – all is the essence of Fazyard, restless soul of the green. He lacks the dignified grace of his immortality, and his power does not sit well within him. Always in motion, Fazyard is a magnificent sight to see and a great nuisance to be around. Since the dawn of Kevera dragon settlements there is a constant tussle between shadow-crawler dragons and the relict spirit. In his endless wanting and boredom, Fazyard wrecks havoc everywhere he goes. His
only fear is water, for his wings are a haphazard pile of dry and brittle shells, much like ones of a butterfly.