frodeno

I was raised by artic dragons in the molehilly valley of decay. the dragons taught me their ways and even how to control fire with my mind (now that’s an impressive party trick) as dragon’s have three sexes I had 3 parents my mother would sing to me at night her song twisting the embers of the bed into images to accompany the song. my father would go out each night and bring back a few deer or a flock of birds, ready roasted of course. and my uncle (for lack of a better word) would go out for a week or so and come back with extra bedding (as gold melts after having 3 dragons and a small boy manipulating it into the flufy metal that only dragons beath can form) he would aquire this gold by laying seige, or helping, wealthy towns. after 13 years (the time it takes for a dragon cub to reach maturity) my mother flew me to the local village for my dragonhood ceremony (to burn down a village or enslave the people into giving sacrifices) and instead i found a laptop. I destroyed the towns economy by stealing all their money by hacking their banks. but after all the locals left to find newjobs and money. my mother didn’t return, i was left in a ghost town with only this laptop and my manipulation of fire.