Hello! This is a prologue to the story, and slight insight to the protagonist. Currently, this is Pre Legend of Spyro, but will work up to current events. I own nothing accept my OCs.
No one is born into this world knowing what they will become...
Just as no one is born in this world knowing the time of their death, or how they shall pass...
But what we do know-we remember. We remember pleasure, and we remember pain.
We remember those who die. And those who kill. History is written by the victor, by the slayers. Murderer of kin. And just like your kin, you are doomed to die.
It is unfair...to be hunted and killed just for being what you are. Like your kin. Like my kin. You are me. Yet you are not me.
An abomination is what you are. A beast that was never meant to be brought into existence. A child that was never meant to draw breath. But I could not kill you. I could never harm you, no, for you were not just any child. You were my child. I, your mother, and you, my son.
From my blood, my sacrifice, came your birth. My death brought you into existence. Death was your past. Death is your present. Death shall be your future. And from your death-your breed, my blood-shall draw its last breath. And we shall fade into time. Forgotten. - Kaja