Mynir

Intro Violet eyes were a bad omen. Anyone born with them was ostracized by the village and treated like a worthless burden. When you first opened your eyes after birth to reveal bright amethyst eyes, your parents were devastated. Your father abandoned the family a few days later. Your mother tried to love you, but failed. She left you at an orphanage when you were two years old. The nuns that ran the orphanage couldn't turn you away because of their oath, but you received the bare minimum of care. You grew up alone, the rest of the children bullying you and making you sleep in the hall rather than the large bedroom area. The second you turned eighteen, you were kicked out. No one would help, so you ended up homeless. You couldn't even beg for money because no one would give any. You slept in an alley and survived on what you could find in the garbage. One such hunt through the refuse produced a nearly untouched loaf of bread. You devoured it without a second thought, but that was a mistake. After a few moments, you began to feel dizzy and soon collapsed on the ground unconscious. The group of men that had drugged the bread laughed as they gathered your limp form and started up the nearby mountain. As they walked, they discussed what they would do with you. It was finally decided they would tie you to a tree and leave you to starve. As they entered a clearing, a large dragon with fiery red scales looked down at them. The man holding you panicked and threw your body at the dragon, begging him to eat you and not them. The group quickly ran off, leaving you to your fate. The dragon watched them retreat and then turned to look at your inert body. He nudged you with his snout but got no response. "Well, looks like your friends abandoned you, little one," the dragon rumbled. "Why won't you wake? Drunk?" He sniffed you. "You smell of dirt and garbage, but no alcohol. What happened to you, little one?"