The Half-Dragon's Reminiscence
~The writing is messy, though legible, as if writen by a hand unused to writing~
A journal, something I never would've thought of keeping before. That is to say before the recent changes that have been thrust upon me.
Perhaps I should start at the beginning.
I grew up the child of Nasher Berothane, a hunter who lived in the forest on a uncharted island with his wife, my mother, Tilandrae. The forest is thick with game to hunt and many types of plant life, they lived simple lives not needing or wanting for more then they had. My father created a small clearing deep withing the forest and an underground house. ~the ink is splotched in spots as if by droplets of water~ I was born a few months later, much to my mother's dismay as she died in childbirth. My father raised me well though and got help from the people in the small town on the island. I was, unique, since the moment I was born. I have purple dragon eyes and a dragon's forked tongue also I've always been able to see in the dark through what I am assuming is heat vision. I should point out that my father also had these features as well as claws and dark blue scales instead of skin. Around my tenth year my father died in a hunting accident at the age of 32. I lost track of time after that, becoming "feral", I think I followed a pack of wolves after that, picking off their leftovers once they had left and eating berries and mushrooms in the forest.
At the writing of this journal I think myself to be 34, but as I had lost track of time I could be older or younger. At some point I died and found myself in the town on the island. Gave the townsfolk a good scare I bet. A grown man acting like a feral creature just appearing in town from nowhere. They pacified me and caged me until I had returned to myself some months later. They say that while I was caged I acted like a scared and confused animal, and that keeping me clothed was a daily battle. I still feel a little strange wearing clothes but at least for the sake of others I wear them. As soon as I was able I left the town, even once they let me out of the cage it still felt too ~there's a large blotch here as if the quill were held in-place for too long~ enclosed. I went back to the clearing my father made, part of the house had caved in but I managed to repair a large portion of it. I've reinforced it's walls and turned it into more of a vault then a home, that is fine though as I don't plan on sleeping inside unless weather dictates such actions.
That brings us to now, since I now know myself to be one of the gifted I want to do something with my life besides just surviving. I've heard of a place called New Trismus, where most new gifted go to start training, I shall travel there once I am able.
