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First attempt at serious writing and first fanfiction. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. This is a brain child that I've decided to write out for fun. Creative liberties should be expected Hope you enjoy.
As a child, Taro would tell me of my home, Midnight; a magnificent empire offering the best the world could offer. He was not lying. Midnight at its height was a jewel uniting the hidden nations of shapeshifters, witches, vampires, and other majir to sustain the beast that mistress Jeshickah had created with jewels, spices, metals, silks, furs, and magic; luxuries and riches that surpassed anything the other nations could offer, available only by the grace of Midnight in those days. It was beautiful, a bright beacon in the morass of fear and danger humanity had created. I never doubted that part of Vance's and mines lessons in lady Brina's greenhouse. Taro never lied to us, but he never told us the whole story.
We were never told how slavery was what turned the resources of Midnight into the elegance and beauty we saw. We never knew that our pretty world was built with the blood and tears of the human and majir slaves that were traded daily at Midnight proper and the auction block. That Midnight lay built atop the bones of mistress Jeshickah's enemies or that the other majir nations that Midnight had not conquered were kept in line by weapons we could not see; all bowed to Midnight from the Avians and Serpiente that were little more than glorified servants to the free nations of the elves, dwarves, Shantel, Azteka, and shm'Ahnmikla whose power Midnight watched with careful eyes. Even the mighty dragons were wary of offending the lords and ladies of Midnight. Midnight was beautiful, it was strong, it was rich. It was a monster that kept a sword at the world's throat. We were children though, Vance and I, children that Midnight had raised and nurtured after we were left alone in the world. The monster was our mother and father and we did not question it because we loved it. We did not know then that it did not love us as we did it. That soon changed though.
Mistress Jeshickah had taken me in because she thought I was a witch like Vance but had she known what I really was she would never have let me go. She craved power and I could have given it to her, in fact, I could have given her the world had I known how, but she did not know and neither did I, even though the Shantel and others had. My name is Liam Rose and I am a half-human, half-brass dragon, a member of the most powerful species to roams the worlds, allegedly capable of wielding enormous power. As a child, I was left abandoned, trapped in a human form after my mother's death. Nobody knows what a brass dragon hatchling was doing so far from the deserts of Krynn or who my father was or why I was human, except for my mother. Now I search for answers and only the gods know what awaits. Nevertheless, I need to know the truth and know I must to do it on my own. I love my family, but this is a journey I must embark on my own. Midnight scarred me and if I am to heal, I must learn what happened all those years ago. I need to relearn who I am. Hopefully, my mother's lair will hold answers.
-Liam Rose, 1807, Earth 72