• Hello. My name is Azuriel. Just Azuriel. I grew up in the countryside of Encandia, along the borders of the now-deserted home of the hard-winged ones, the wyvern families of Avendil. I do not remember my parents, but I do have family - although we're not blood relatives.

    We are a little band of dragons, highborn, which means we can take full human form whenever we want. Our lesser cousins can do the same, but they can always be identified - parts of them would still be covered in scale, horns or different skin color. We prefer to blend with humans, so we prefer being in their image. It was less intimidating for them. In my case however, it seems that I intimidate them equally in both forms.

    Why?

    Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, the human prince White Angel turned his back on his duties as a White Drake to care for the living things that walked the planet. He didn't like how tainted the world had become and sought to establish control through his army of fellow White Drakes, whom he recruited for his cause. He is called Genocide now.

    I loved the idea of cleansing the world of its faults and defects, but I'm not that twisted to go on a genocide spree.

    Those who didn't join his cause? They've long passed away. Murdered. Their blood used to feed the bloodthirst they have developed over the years.

    The White ones who have escaped his cursed wrath, were shunned by society. A belief they called; "What has once been tainted, it would be the same for its kind."

    Yes, I am a White Drake. But I am a dragon, too. I am not afraid.

    I am grateful that my little group has accepted me as part of them, and defended me in times that I am exposed to discrimination. Yes, dragons, all of us. In the guise of travelers. We don't have a home. It was long destroyed by marauders, and White Drakes alike... our kind were killed, and we were the last ones to walk in the living realm.

    There are altogether eight of us.

    The black dragon, Nyx.
    The green dragon, Emeraude.
    The blue dragon, Ein.
    The grey dragon, Damion.
    The purple dragon, Lapis.
    The red dragon, Rue.
    The orange dragon, Alex.

    And me. Azuriel.

    We have our Birth names, but law dictates, they should never be revealed. Not to anyone outside of our families. Yes, of course, we know each other's names. We cannot tell you - or we'll have to *kill* you.

    We never bothered to mingle with other dragons either. We're in a way, different. Not only because we're highborn. We're plain... different. The wings, down to how we take human appearance, it's absurd for them.

    Like some curse.

    But humans are ignorant. They don't particularly care so much for that. Bless them.

    Days ago, we've decided to stop traveling and try our luck at Encandia's capital. We've enough to put up a shop there, it'll be different to be able to stay in one place for a change. Now we've arrived. Good luck for us.

    This is where my new adventure starts.