I'm now a dragon, and I will describe my hoard to you. Sound silly huh, but anyway let's do it. A long time ago, I have always kind of lost the touch with my identity.
I was born a dragon, but in the first 5 years, I believed I was just a normal bird. Dragon usually gains sense at 2 years old, for your information.
So yeah, I chiep like a bird, I fly like a bird, and eat what birds eat.
I strongly believe I was adopted by these dragons, and I just want to build a nest and eat worms, instead of learning to breath fire and guard a tower.
At the age of 5, I finally accepted the truth. I was too heavy for the branch so I fell down, and accidentally fried the whole bird family that I was really attached.
Hard lesson, but what can I do. From then, I have slowly tried to fit in more with my hoard.
There is my mother, who is kind and understanding, enough to let me choose the nest to sleep, but secretly carried me into the castle at night.
Then my father, who I don't know what he is like, since he was killed years ago when a knight tried to rescue the princess. My mom told me that he was the bravest dragon of them all.
But the evidences strongly suggested that he had left for some other female dragon.
I have 1 older brother, whose name is Johny. He is a dick. He likes to fly around and try to breathe fire into anything for his own amusement.
He even vaporized a lake just to impress girls and had some fish. This one time, he kicked me down from the top of the castle to prove I can fly differently from any bird there is.
Sometimes it is cool though. Like when they gathered around on a full moon night, barbecued a pig and shared with each other.
Mom would tell all kinds of stories, me and Johny would listen to every words. Johny would make some fireworks, a trick of his own, to make things interesting. Those were good nights indeed.
Anyway, have I told you my name? It is Donkey 2.0.