Your life flashes before your eyes as you find yourself tied to a tree on a hill past the borders of the city,as your new adoptive "parents" aim a crossbow directly between your eyes. No amount of struggling seems to loosen your bonds, and there's no one else around to hear your pleas for help.
I should have known something like this would happen, you think. All your life, you've seemed to have gotten them short end of the stick. You never knew your parents, having been dumped on the steps of an orphanage the day you were born. As you grew, the other children refused to play with you, or even acknowledge you for the most part.
Then earlier today, a couple comes in looking to adopt, and against all odds they chose you! You thought your luck was finally turning, only for them to lead you to a secluded spot with no witnesses, where you find yourself in your current predicament.
You close your eyes and wait for the shot, knowing it is hopeless to escape. But it never comes. Instead, there is a mighty roar, and you look to see an immense black dragon swooping down and devouring your would-be killers with a snap of its jaws!
The dragon then faces you, and you expect it to devour you as well. But instead, it reaches out and severs your bonds with a single claw!
"My child." It says in a female voice. Wait... did it just call you its child?! "What is going on?" you finally say after a long pause "Why did you save me?"
"It is not your fate to die here." The dragon says as it begins to transform. It changes into the form of a pale woman clad in black, who embraces you much to your surprise. Nobody has ever hugged you before. You never even got so much as a goodnight kiss or a bedtime story as a child.
"Who are you?" You ask.
"I am Valerica, Mistress to Morgaban. And your mother."
"WHAT!?"
"Yes. You heard me. Your father was Morgaban, the dark lord who ruled over this land many years ago, but was foiled by a group of meddlesome heroes. I was his mistress, and only true love. Before his fall, we devised a plan should he ever be defeated to rebuild his dark empire. Him and I are your sires. And you are our..."
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