[Black Dragon]

Ok, ok, I know, corny title, but I'm bad with titles!! Anyhow, I finally decided to post this. It's a different style of writing than I'm used to, and I decided to use myself as the main charatcer for this one until I develope more chartacers. Anyhow, here it is:

The Black Dragon Saga

Prologue

Fate: what a strange thing. It works in such mysterious ways, and has been decided for you since the dawn of time. Some are blessed with a fate that seats them among the great and mighty, others are doomed to die with something not as fulfilling. Me, well, I have had experience with both. Your fate differs from everyone else’s, and I assure you it differs greatly from mine. Of course, you and I are not the same species and are from two completely different worlds, although we may have some things in common. Allow me to introduce myself: I have no true name, but those whose paths have crossed with mine have called me the Black Dragon. Yes, I am a true dragon, with wings, scales, and fangs, and I can also breathe fire and perform magic spells, but there are some things that make me different from any old fairy tale dragon that I shan’t get into right this moment. As I have predicted your arrival, I presume you have sought me out, as so many others have to hear of my tale. Well, where shall I start? I guess the beginning would be the best, now would it not?

As you and I are world’s apart, are births are also very different. For, you see, my birth was an artificial one, one in where I had no mother or father, no body in which I came from. I was created in a lab by miserable little creatures called Vykkers, who combined and altered the DNA of different creatures to make one so-called “super-creature” to fight for and defend the industrial races of my planet, Oddworld. When I first opened my eyes, I awoke in a cold, dark world, surrounded by beings that saw my whole existence as a mere experiment: just another Glukkon slave. I was taken under the wing of the Glukkon queen Margaret, who to this day I still think of as my mother. She taught me the ways of the Glukkon, as well as many other things. Margaret also taught me the difference between friends and enemies, something that would soon enough enter my life. When I was young, I had many friends and “enemies” alike, but as I grew older and my power increased, I soon found that I no longer had friends or enemies. My image alone had scared them away from me, and I then learned what they call “loneliness”. Fortunately, my two best friends stayed with me: a young Glukkon named Marrak and an albino Slig named Snek. By my fifteenth year, I was truly turning into the monster physically that the Vykkers had intended me to. My scales were the deepest black imaginable, were hard as stone and enabled me to hide perfectly in my shadowed world. I had cold, glowing blood-red eyes that were the only beacon of my presence. My mouth was pointed and bore dozens of long, pointed fangs. A single, long horn protruded from between my eyes, and to go with it I bore a frill of spikes around the base of my skull. Two dark purple fans on each side of my head behind my eyes hid my ears, and a ridge of spikes ran along my spine. My tail was incredibly long and was tipped with a spear-like appendage. Finally, my wings were enormous, deep purple, and had a long claw on each finger. Yes, I was fearsome indeed, and it only got worse when I learned my first breath attack. Compared with the rest of my life, those first two decades of my life were by far the easiest and most “normal”. It was, I believe, my twentieth year when I was summoned to Queen Margaret’s hall, the event that started the drastic change in my life.
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Ok...so how is that first part? I don't think it's too good, but I'll let you guys decide that.