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For ages, my life has been both luxury and torture; joy and sorrow; fame and infamy. I began life as a small red dragon, but I soon grew to be feared. I killed the previous Lord of Dragons, Xenocide, and claimed his rule as my own. My power grew, and my reign seemed infinite.
Then, she came; she and her accursed friends. She stole my son, my life, and my will, leaving me a pitiless spirit. She had stripped me from my power, and I sought a new goal: her demise.
Soon, I began extracting my revenge by inhabiting her mind, so that I may live on. We were the only ones compatible enough to share bodies, and though I loathed her, I accepted my fate.
In fact, we were so compatible, it scared even me. We were both ambitious, lordly, and lusted power, whether or not she acknowledged the lust. And quite frankly, I was despised even more. You see, I both hated and liked her, for she was both my savior and damnation. If she died, so would I. Therefore, I was forced to keep her alive.
A few months drew on, and my chance for power came. I copied her body, and inhabited the newly made body: the results of the build-up of my own magic. Then, only a door stood between my destiny and me but I was thwarted once again. The Wielder of the Flaming Blade stabbed me in my arm, damaging my body and will. I was forced to flee.
Now, eighteen months have passed, an incredibly short time in the lifespan of a great dragon. I have changed my body to suit my needs. My hair is still quite long, but it is now a dark auburn. My skin: a tinted brown- the color of the mighty oak. My eyes: yellow, just as they were when I was still dragonic, and yellow now in her body, but now they are fired with my vengeance. I look this way, because you see, a great queen would attract far too much attention wandering throughout the world.
Now, I can sense that my time draws near, and I have learned much through a human perspective. The peoples of this realm, they wander about aimlessly, lying almost all of the time, while discussing their fruitless, trifle matters.
When I once again become lord, I shall cease to exist being the Lord of Dragons, though I shall still lord over them, but I shall become the Lord of all Ithilian. I shan’t rule in this body though, for I hate it utterly. I so despise this body, that even if it were more powerful than my former one, I would still chose it, for I would be true to my people. I shall rule my people, as they should be: rewarded for good deed, punished for failure, and never lied to. For I shall say this now… No! I shall rule my people. They shall accept me, or I shall damn them. And if they should not accept me, they will wish for damnation, for their punishment will be infinitely torturous, just as my life was…
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