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She was cold to the point that some one frozen her hart long ago. No one knows why. Some think it the lack of nurturing, some think it the loss of her mother, others think still, think it fate. I believe now that it was her curse she was meant to bare. Yes I was that girl. My curse considered a was blessing to some. Maybe it was.
At birth I was to be normal. My mother was a shepherdess on the island, a common job. My father a carpenter also a common job on the island. At that moment something happened. My mother chose my life over hers. A poor choice on her part.
The last thing she said was addressed to me. My father on the other hand being the only one to heir it seen it not fit to tell me. That belligerent man. I constantly felt my curse ripping throw me like a sword I so happily use to do my work with. No way to know my curse completely. My mothers last words would provable clear them up. My father still dose not wont to tell me them.
My family lives on a island called. Well no one knows what it is called, yet another blessing of the gods. The town is called life. A stupid name for a city. The city is on a oasis in the middle of ower desert island.
We have no connection to the out side world. The biggest blessing of all they says. Ower desert is to dangerous and hot too cross and thaws strong enough to cross fall to dragon fire. The gold dragon guards Life.
The dragon also keeps us locked in owere city. One of my blessings is that he talks to me. The curse of that is he tells me that witch i do not want to know. He acts as the messenger to ower city, he alone talks to the gods.
I have no name. My father said I am to ugly to have need of one. All that he will tell me is that my mom picked out a name for me. It is carved in to his arm. He will not let me read it, fear is the only explanation I can come up with.
The dragon tells me of peoples sins. I tell them They must correct them if not I will be forced to kill them. That is why no one will be my friend, fear that I will use them for practice?
At 29 I meet a young man named Johv Hull. We had a conversation though he was 13 he was vary smart. He said my curse of talking to the dragon was a blessing. What did he know I was heir to kill his mother for cheating on his father with my father. I felt something, pain is not it, when I explained it all to his family. Killing her was fun, like I was actually borne for this. Not like given the job by chance like my father that hated his job.
Speaking of witch after I finished I killed my father for his part in the crime. As I cut my name from his arm, shore not to look at it on orders from the gods I felt so much pride from thaws screams. I let him live until the lather was tanned. Before the deed was dun I made him write mothers last words on a paper, I read that not also on orders from the gods. I got great plusher from killing him like a chialed with her first pony.
Another way I was different from the other people was that my skin is black as the darkest night and my hair white as the cleanest snow on a pure winter day. The sun burned my skin and eyes as thow it was a fire lit to torch me on a steak. After a while from being on the island I adjusted thow. The dragon must know why my fetters were so different. If he did he did nit tell me.
At 100 my most people I’d known had died. At 100 I also looked 18. over the years I’d learned to kill like the silent wind blows in the night, with some help from the dragon. The dragon also taught me to use magic like I can summon robe of darkness eney whir from1” to 10' in diameter. I can levitate, and make faire fire outline my victim.
This day was different. When I went in to the desert the dragon said ”today is you’re 100th birth-day.”
“It is not for another two score day.” I replied
“Confused child” he snapped at me “Chose your successor”
“For what” I demanded.
“You’re job” he declared angrily “Shut up and choose you defective drow” with only anger in his voice.
“Drow?” I echoed.
“Drow you incompetent moron. I’ve learned to expect as much from drow.” he continued.
“What is a drow?” I was confused why my only acquaintance now hated me.
“The race I’ve told you about. Dark elves.” He explained still agitated.
Dark elves, he had spoken of them but not as drow. He cursed dark elves but never mentioned them as drow. Was I one o these evil drow he spoke of? Could i be as bad as he made the race sound?
“Do not hide it you’re mother know when she made the deal with Lolth” he snapped again.
“Lolth?” The name of the evil drow goddess the Spider Queen. Mother made a deal with her?
“Yes Lolth. Your drow mother made a deal with her so she would not give birth to a half bread”
“My mother was drow?” I hesitantly responded ”How.”
“I know for a long time but denied it till last night when the gods tolled me it was true. You kept it from me all this time after all I’ve dun for you.”
“All you did for me? What did you do?”
“I gave you secrets of the gods.”
“I did not know . I promises i didn't.”
“I direly wont to kill you but I will let you live...”
“Thank...” I was cut off
“...As an exile” he said with some satisfaction. “Theirs a boat that will tack you to the mane land. If you make it you can not tell any oneabout Life” He continued” then find the underdark” Then what ”I could hardly believe what had just transpired. Drow? Underdark? Mother? My name?
My name should not be a mystery but my hole existence was a mystery. Would I find my answers in the Underdark? Would the dragon kill me?
“I am not with out sympathy” the dragon spokk ”My name was taken from me by the gods. If you prove your worthiness then i might help you.” I could heir his sympathy. “But prove you’re self a worthless killing machine called drow...” sympathy left with anger replacing it. He need not finish the statement I know what he meant.
“You’re successor” he said as he left on the wind. stare