"Cursed and forsaken, I alone carve my path through fire and hell, for this is the true right of the weak.
In a far off corner in the draconic empire lived a young dragon, and when he was born he was as cold as frost, frail as dying embers. Worse still, he was riddled with health problems. His parents saw no future for him so he stayed nameless.
There was a name for his condition and it was called, "The Curse of The False Dragon". This curse was almost like a title given to dragons unlucky enough to be born with it. It meant that the world and its inhabitants would hate you for it.
And so the world did.
Every day was a battle just to survive. Some were blessed by the gods, born with strength to shake mountains or magic to bend reality. Others entered life wrapped in silk and gold. But The Boy? He had nothing, no power, no wealth, no favor. Only cold and suffering.
Instead, he would rise against this and claim his place in the world, as a King with immense power and influence over the world.
In this world of iron and brimstone lived abominations, demons, devils, angels, gods, and legendary magical beasts, each capable of raining hell or bestowing blessings. This world was as beautiful as it was perilous.
It wasn't until one fateful day that the world would not just reject him but try to erase him entirely.