LiaNaliSinWulf

Born centuries ago, I once ruled over a kingdom loyal to the element of fire. Evil and vain, I stole the throne by the death of my father and imprisonment of my mother in the lost caverns below our home. I started out my queendom by killing my own father and sending my mother to rot in the lost caverns below our home. Treated cruelly by me and my sentry, she died slowly and painfully praying for me to be forgiven for my actions. I merely laughed in disdain and in the coming years, strove for everything against what my mother and father stood for. I started wars simply because a kingdom other than mine had something I wanted, or one of it's people upset me when there was nothing to be upset about. I lavished myself with food and drink, spoiled myself with gold and other trinkets. The people hated and feared me and I loved every moment of it. Then with the last breath my mother took she prayed up to both her and my fathers elemental gods to stop me and forgive my actions. Her death came and I merely had her body thrown out like trash and continued on, but later that day I was visited by the same two deities of whom my mother had prayed to, though at the time, I am not sure if it was themselves or a servant of theirs. Irritated beyond reason, I ignored their presence as I vainly brushed my long red hair in hopes to anger what I thought were just weak insolent beings. I wanted them to act out against me so I could rid them of their lives by my own hands. I was foolish and to arrogant for my own good as they calmly smiled at me and both raised their clawed hands toward me. Smirking and thinking I had won and death was to be at my hands, I stood and turned to them, not a once of fear on my pitiless face. Soon the smirk was gone and I crumpled to the floor in pain, my insides were rotting and my blood boiling. Then as my flesh began to burn, I screamed out in silence as I became nothing more than a floating essence. You see in that way I was punished for my wrongs and yet I was not gone, my fate to be decided later when my mothers wish of me being saved could be fulfilled as the deities wished.

Time passed and for how many years I don't know, I swam in darkness, my memories fading till nothing was left. My first memories as I can tell you now, are of a hard shell, and warm goo around me as cracks of light formed and blinded me. Of me tumbling out onto a hard surface and into the waiting arms of Satori, my ever faithful Nochnyr, my friend and guide. He had been sent to me by the very deities who had taken me from the world before. He told me of my forgotten past and how I had been reborn as a dragon to fulfill the wishes of the mother of my past life. Born now under one of the deities and leading a group of dragons under the banner of the other. How I cam to lead them is not important, but what is is that they need my help. Though I am young I know things the others say one my age should not, and so I will use this to make sure they never feel the pain I had dealt my past life parents.