Chapter 1
If you are to truly know me, you must first know of my past. You see, I didn’t always live in a castle on the outskirts of a forest. Before that I was and an inventor and before that I travelled across the land in search of a new home and before that I lived in small valley. A young dragon who lived with his family. Unfortunately for young dragons life isn’t easy, from the moment we are born we are taught to be fierce, as my father would say: We dragon’s stand for power, courage and loyalty.
And so when a dragon is born it is given a name, a name which will strike fear into the hearts of our enemies and it is only when we take flight for the very first time we earn the right to be called dragons and this is where I story begins, before I became the dragon known as Peewee I went by another name. Smite, son of Grimm and Morra, my father was our protector always keeping out intruders, he was always so serious always saying ‘Stay near the lair.’ but he did have his fun side especially when I was a hatchling I have such fond memories of trying to catch his tail. My mother was always so kind and gentle and her voice was so soft, as soft as honey dripping from a tree always telling me ‘You have your father’s eyes and my sweet nature.’
However growing in a family of dragons was not easy especially when you’re the smallest of the brood. My brother and sister who would always tease me on how I wasn’t the most terrifying dragon and how small I was, but even though they teased me we did have fun together from chasing small rodents to swimming in the river. I loved my family but none more than my grandfather, he was such a wise dragon, the things he saw on his journeys and the stories he would tell about dragons would always excite me. During that time in my life I wanted nothing more than to grow up a mighty dragon, just like my ancestors before me.
But one day when I wondered next to riverside something strange floated ashore, it was a strange wooden box, cautiously I opened it inside was something strange. I didn’t know what they were but I was entranced by them, they were new it was then that something changed inside me as I as held my little treasures in my claws, it was like apart of me had been awakened however it was at that time that I would take flight for the first time, I stood at the highest as I my father stood behind me waiting and when the time came for me to fly and become an honorary dragon, I no longer wished to be one.
My father said nothing, as he watched as I ran back to the lair for you cannot become a true dragon against your will. Then from out of nowhere a lightning storm came over the valley, it was different than most storms we had previously encountered, it was more wild like it had a mind of its own. It was at that moment I noticed that my grandfather was flying towards the lair to seek shelter from the storm, but before he could reach it he was caught by the storm. I watched helplessly as he struggled against the elements. Suddenly without warning lightning came from the sky and struck him down, my eyes widened as I watched him fall from the sky and crash onto ground below, as the storm began to pass I called out to him hoping that he would respond, again and again I called out but there was no answer it was only then that I realised that he didn’t survive.
The loss of my grandfather made me blind with grief and rage in that moment I ran to the edge leapt with my wings wide open and in that moment I became a true dragon. In a flash, the memories of my ancestors came flooding through my mind, suddenly I saw everything that my ancestors had seen and felt everything they had felt.
For centuries my kind had burned down villages, made empires crumble to the ground and feasted on those who had survived, I didn’t want that. In my visions I saw hundreds of victims, as if I had brought destruction upon them myself it was then I realised that we were monsters and that I had awakened a monster in me.
Without even realizing it had already become dark and I had ended back on the ground so I went back to lair with my head held low, tears flowing down my face as I tried to make sense of what I had seen. It was in that moment that my father appeared at the lair entrance and placed one of claws on my head as I whispered, ‘Father… Tell me you didn’t do this…’ He stood there in silence until he looked into my eyes and replied. ‘Sometimes... We all must do things we don’t want to do.’ I slowly wiped away the tears and tried to forget about those who lost their lives but… I just couldn’t. Slowly i stepped away from him, after finding out the truth of what we really are I swore I would never give in to my primal instincts which left one option…. I had to become a nomad, it was the only way to make sure I don’t cause harm to anyone. So with a heavy heart I turned away, I opened my wings and flew off into the night leaving everything I loved behind… My home… My family… My name. To begin a new life as an exile.
And it was then that my journey began…