My Story is a strange one.  One that most would believe, others wouldn't care.  There are some that have either lost their parents or didn't know them when they were given away at early age.  I, however, never knew my parents or siblings after I was born, actually hatched.  I was born as a battledragon, a dragon that is bred to fight and only to fight.  A battledragon is a dragon born with the knowledge of combat tactics and fighting skills.
    I left my nest, my home, at the age of five and ventured out into the world.  I came across a community of dragons that took me in and raised me.  The entire community raised me like one of their hatchlings.  When I was a nineteen years old, a gold scaled dragoness by the name of Alesebra, stole my heart upon sight.  She too, had fallen in love with me within a the week that got to know each other, but soon after I was forced into a war.
    The war was an ancient war between the anthromorphs, the half human and half animal species, and the dragons.  Even though the anthromorphs suffered massive casualties, they were strong enough to cause almost the same number of casualties to the dragons.  Using the half human, half wolf creatures called werewolves gifted only with instinct then with a mind.  Though a dragon's intellect and power are superior the werewolf's speed and small size gave them the ability to match the dragons on the werewolf's speed and small size gave them the ability to match the dragons on the battlefield.  And so the battledragons were created to help the dragons win the on-going war against the anthromorphs.  As for the reason for this war, they were lost in history years ago; maybe beyond all of dragon recorded history.
    What does it matter, the war still raged on and I was stuck in the middle.  I, alone, became the greatest battledragon of all time.  But...
    "Did it really matter to me?  When does the sacrifice of life become too great not to have any effect on one's heart?"  These were the questions that ran through my mind after each battle.  Such thoughts are not normal for a battledragon; a normal battledragon would answer with a cold heart clearly showing they don't care for the lives they've taken.  The answers I gave demonstrated the caring soul and the warm heart I carry within me.  Each time I killed my soul cried out in pain, and after each battle my heart wept for the dead, both dragon and anthromorph alike.  This further was proof, that I was differant from every other battledragon.
    After two years of battle, with having time to go see Alesebra, I took a scenic route to come home to the community.  Along that route I had found a strange glowing orb.  That seemed to be embedded into a tree, emitting a warm, welcoming, and almost a gentle red glow.  Most would ignore such an artifact, especially a battledragon, but not I.  The curiousity about the object was very strong, and the thought of it being a gift to Alesebra pulled me closer to the orb to find out what it was and what caused it to glow.
    When I had reached a distance to take it; a surge of pain, like a lightning bolt had struck my chest, sent me soaring into the air.  I came to a stop after crashing through the ancient stone walls of an old ruin built by humans, then saw black.  I awoke pushing the boulders of the wall I had crushed to the side, remembering what happened with a massive headache.  Stumbling out of the rubble; I began to sense something wrong, but I could not put my finger on it.  As I ventured around the ruin to find my way out, I found a dusty old mirror that was displaying an image of me that could have been warped by the dust.  After dusting the mirror off, a small part of the already crumbling roof fell exposing enough light to show that the image was not warped.  But was showing what the orb had done to me.
    The image that stood there was not tall, scaled or in any way reptile, but that of a true werewolf.  The head of a proud, majestic black wolf resting on the shoulders of what would look like a very strong and agile human athlete, as the fur barely hid the finely tuned muscles.  Its hair coursed down like a straight and narrow black river, his eyes were like a beautiful day punctured by dark wonderous pupils.  The fur was a black as night with a massive grey cloud that reached from the waist to the lower lip lead by two smaller clouds resting on its eyebrows.
    Taking a step back disbelieving that the image was myself; I looked myself over finding a large green gem embedded into the center of my chest.  A pitch black cload, a cape and a hood, that extended from the gem reaching to my ankles cover the massive bushy tail, a pair of thick royal blue silk pants held up by a leather strap just below my stomach.  On this leather strap is a small pouch apparently for money rested on my left hip another much larger pouch hung on my right.
    Upon looking to my right I saw a rusted up sword in a human skeleton, apparently the poor soul had become it's victim.  Still believing this was all a dream; I pulled the sword out of the skeleton, and as if relieved by the sword's removal the skeleton fell a part.  With little thought to how the blade was still sharp; I placed the blade in the furry palm of my hand, then pulled it across.  The blade bit deep drawing the fiery red blood of dragon's from my hand as pain surged up from the wound.  I quickly dropped the sword realizing that it wasn't a dream; but the cold of reality, a reality that I must accept no matter the cost.  The wound healed almost instantly upon the sound of the sword hitting the stone floor with a high pitched clash.
    I found the way out of the ruins and made my way back to the community, however upon reaching the community I wasn't welcomed with open arms.  Being the sensible dragons that I knew them to be, the elder with armed yet obediant battledragons walked up rather cautiously.
    "Who are you, the war is over, your people and mine are at peace," said the elder with his commanding but almost gentle voice.  I replied by telling him who I was, but he was reluctant and told me that they believed I was dead.  So I decided to tell them what had happened to me since my last battle, then asked if I may see my Alesebra again.  But I was denied my request, and they then told me I was banished from the community.  As I turned to leave I could sense Alesebra watching, and that she heard everything that was said between the elder and myself.  I knew that Alesebra's heart was crushed because of the decision, and if she left the community she would be killed on the spot without ever seeing me again.
    I stopped just outside the forest that surrounded the community and turned to look back.  My heart lower then I ever thought it could, almost as if my soul was torn from me.  I looked away as a tear swelled up in my eye, and whiped it away soon after.  My paradice was taken from me for some reason now I must find out why it was taken and, if possible, find another out there.