Some would say I was born out of the selfishness of the human race, others would say it was for a purpose of a higher calling. I say it was a bit of both, a power heist was the main reason, the sick, twisted ambitions of a father who wanted power, and was willing to sacrifice his children to get it. The mixing of a dragon and human had never been successful, until Rem. She was born an imperfect specimen of two perfect races, but she was a time bomb and they knew it. At only five years old she was locked away in a prison constructed to hold her. But that wasn't enough, The power hungry race needed more, and they tried again to combine the two, resulting in me. I was the perfected one, the perfect daughter of the two perfect races. Their excitement didn't last, they understood then with me, that they were playing with fire, and that they shouldn't have mixed the two species. My father was the head of the experimental unit and seen me as a threat, so at only a year old they locked me away with Rem, trying to cover up the mistake that they made. Rem was eight years old at the time and she along with the help of my poor mother who never wanted to see me locked away like this, raised me. Taught me how to walk, talk, use the toilet, and how to control my already developed chakra paths. Rem and my mother were my family and the only people I truly loved, and I did dearly.
One cold night the rain was pouring down, pelting off the roof and lulling me into a deep sleep, Rem discovered a way out of our prison, and took her chance to leave, leaving me behind. My mother stopped showing up after that and I was totally alone. I spent many days and night huddled in the corner of my prison my knees held to my chest crying that they left me, but I made the decision then that I would not let myself feel like this again, I would not feel again, I was stronger then what they reduced me too and I was going to prove it. I used all the strength I was born with and changed into my other half, a dragon. Blinded by my rage and grief that I was again abandoned, I burned that place to the ground. Exhausted from my change I collapsed in the grass outside my clans compound and I turned back into the tiny three year old I was and watched what I had done, with both horror and shame, not all of them were bad, but in one act of anger even at my age I had done unspeakable things, I listened to their screams and covered my ears closing my eyes and wished I hadn't done this and hoping that maybe now I could be free.