When I was born, my mother almost threw me off a volcano because she was a dragon and I had no scales, no claws, only a bare body. When my aunt found out, she brought a bunch of dragons to kill me. On the day I was born, my mother rolled in pain in the lair in the crater. She scratched her golden scales to pieces, and the magma-like blood dripped on the rocks, burning small craters. She was relieved when the egg rolled out.
