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Prologue:

Many years ago, during the First Age of Darkness, Destard was inhabited by Wild Dragons, Evil ones. When I was hatched, I was like any other Dragon of the time. Cruel and Arrogant. But I changed as time passed. The ages rolled by. The First Age of Darkness ended, as did the Second Age of Darkness, and the Third. At the beginning of the next age, the First Age of Enlightenment, a human king known as British united Sosaria under the name of Britannia, and created the Eight Virtues of the Avatar. About then, I started to change. I did not kill for the sake of killing. I was not cruel, or evil. I was good, and compassionate. I followed Virtue. This caused the other Dragons to fear me, for I was a powerful Mage, one of the strongest of the time. They shunned me, and called me "Warped". I know not my real name now, so dim is the memory. Nor do I care. I embraced the name they gave me, which scared them all the more. More ages passed. The First Age of Enlightenment ended, as did the Second. Near the middle of the Third, the rest of the weyr decided to get rid of me. The Council of Elders decreed that I was a traitor, and was to be apprehended and brought before them. This was accomplished while I slept, for only by surprise could they capture me. I fought, with Tooth, Claw, and Magic, but I was overwhelmed and chained. The brought me before the council, to hear my sentence. Banishment. Not from Destard, nor Britannia, but from the very Dimension. By pooling their magic, they managed to raise a Black Moongate, just big enough for a Dragon. They threw me in, not caring where I arrived. I cursed them with my last breath of Britannian Air, Damning them to the lowest level of the Great Abyss. This, then, is my story.