Let’s start with the early years, shall we?
I was a vivacious little snippet of energy; I was tutored, and I soon blossomed into wonderful academia.
I was completely happy – for a short period of time.
But soon, I started wondering why I was only allowed inside the palace walls – why I only had certain teachers – why my friends were scheduled.
And, it came to me as a shock, that normal human beings don’t have vibrant features – mainly, my eyes and my hair.
My mother had sat me down nicely and explained everything.
I was shell shocked. Well, I was ten! What do you expect from someone who has been on the earth barely a decade?
From then on, I was a bit withdrawn.
But slowly, surely, I started to rebel.
I wanted to accompany servants on their shopping trips; I convinced my mother that a cloak would be sufficient enough to hide my odd colors.
Why I was born like this?
I have no idea.
I suppose you could call me the dragon of this story.