I was born only 6 years before the great fire of prime. So I remember it although vaguely. But in my sleep that time is when I have my nightmares. And they’re almost always the same. Its rather funny how I was a happy lil' hatchling up to that time. My family was fairly well established my father was in the city guard and my mother worked in the imperial government I believe the library but I am not too sure.
It was only the day after Primes residential quarter burnt to the ground that my father was drawn away by The Call. We had no place to live then. And for a while we had to move out of the city and live with my uncle. It was during this time that I got my first glimpse of pure evil. My uncle worked us like slaves, as he actually wanted us to die so that my mother would concede to being his mate. By the time my mother had time to go back to her duties at the library she was fired. She managed to get a job at the Academy of higher learning but her pay there alone was not enough to support us.
Not long after that my uncle forced himself upon my mother not just once but repeatedly and threatened to kill us if she did not comply. That was the end of the mother that I had known and loved as a little girl my uncle through his barbarous deeds had broken her spirit and notion of self worth. What’s more he partially crippled her so she could no longer use her thumbs to pick up the books that had been her life’s work. It was not long before my uncle fell into and exhausted slumber atop her and she spirited us away back into Prime.
To feed us my mother was reduced to reliving the nightmare my uncle had unleashed apon her very soul for a few mere crowns per time. Dieing a dracon she had no shortage of customers, as she was able to fool them utterly into believing her to be a very desirable looking human woman. Though at times she went out as other things. But those were rare. At those times we were living under the docks in the shipyards in a few abandoned crates we hatchlings had managed to salvage. Our prize was a pair of water barrels that we used for bathing and drinking from.
Then came the news that my father had died followed by his possessions and his body. That stamped out what little spirit my mother seemed to have left and after selling every scrap of equipment he had she managed to pay for an unmarked grave and a new outfit for each of us. But the best part was that night we ate our fill at the barracks.
That was when we found out that father had gotten “ reassigned to duty in the far south and had presumably died on the way their. And we were due his pension. That pension bought us a new home. But it did not bring back my mothers spirit and she turned to the bottle and any thing else that would make reality go away even if for a time. I was not sad when my mother died more I was actually strangely happy she had been released from the torment that most had called her life.
The thing I missed most was being woke up in the middle of the night by her anguished cries of a evil act that she never truly got away from.
Not all tales are happy ones and for every golden light their are one thousand shadows. I stand between the candle and the night. I walk between the light and the dark. I am a shadow one born and raised amongst the darkness and worse part of human nature. I am the weed that grows where no light hath reached in a thousand life times. I am Falithrax Mordith and no one shall ever break my will for I have seen the evil in the hearts of men and I have seen the light. Now is the time to gather strength that none may try and smite my sprit from my still living flesh. That my mothers sacrifice may not be in vain and my family rise once more to the place they held so dear. For those with wings fly to your dreams.
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