I grew up knowing I was different, but I was lucky enough to have a family who loved me. My father, who looked liked me, found friends in the tiny village we lived near. My mother, a beautiful human woman, was loved by all. Both had dragon blood on their veins, but my mother had an easier time blending in.
I am 16 in man years, still young and just starting my journey. My skin is rougher than most, a sandy color that matched my long hair. My fangs are kept short so only the tips peaked out of my lips. My eyes are green, shaped like a lizards eyes. I am as tall as the average man, but not very strong.
I enjoy learning new things and helping people. I want to build my skills related to my mind the most, but I also want to build my body and soul, as well.
"Confront your soldiers with the deed itself; never let them know your design. When the outlook is bright, bring it before their eyes; but tell them nothing when the situation is gloomy." -- Sun Tzu, The Art of War
A Sentimental Value
It is a plain, silver ring, but it is a symbol of the love between my parents. It was my mother's commitment ring, connecting her to my father for the rest of their lives. I take it to remember that this kind of love and relationship is possible.
When I ran into Jacob outside my new abode, I was only slightly surprised. He was one of the villager children I had consider friends years ago. He was amazed by the fact that I was so much older in Draconian years, but still a young child in human years. Seeing him brought a smile on my face, and I hugged him when I realized who he was. It was easy to accept his help, his advise, as I navigate this new Town and the people of these lands.