Dear Whelp,
There are many things I hope to teach you one day. Such as the history of our people and homeland, Daimonas. For you see, the scholars of old speak that at one point Daimonas was a continent full of magic, similar to that of Skotadi. So much that magic of all kinds were quite common.
Yet as our kind, the red dragons, grew into power that lands became that of raging battlefield. Many books in the hidden library states that once the 3 great raging red dragons came into absolute power is when 3 houses were forge. You, little one, and I come from the first house. The house of Pantel-De-Dragon, or what is commonly known as The house of Pandragon. Not many are able to pronounce the tel-De of the ancient tongue. Which is reasonable given how language change amongst the peasants.
Granted your mother comes from the second house, Tenak, which is only fitting of my ranking. Between you and I, your mother is so far removed from the ranks that she has no right to be my mate. But that is a story for a different time.
But as I was saying, after the 3 houses came to be is when magic slowly was chased out of existence in Daimonas. So much so that in the time of my youth I did not know such things were possible. For my upbring for 100 years all I knew were the power of my venomous blood and scorching flames. Our kind is known by our wrath that nothing can grow from our path.
So the day I found the hidden libraries and learned of a world far older than me, I chose to runaway from my homeland at the time of 100. I sail the sea with a sea dragon ship. I do not like the water, nor did it like me. But when I discovered Skotádi, I wanted to take it for myself.
For 100 years I had fought against dragons and beasts I never knew existed. I had burned down villages and killed many people. During those 100 years I’ve also learned that Skotadi still practiced magic and so I sought to annihilate it. Which had bought the wrath of the king of Ko, a kingdom within Skotadi. A 900 year old black dragon named King Drognis Vlahos the second. Such a strange man he was stating the gods were not pleased with me. I did not believe in him until the suns split and became 2.
After the sun became 2 I became a willing capture under King Drognis. I saw the suns as my sign to learn more about Skotadi so I can personally fight the gods. After all, if the gods in Daimonas can die, so can all others. Yet months after my capture King Drognis received a child that was supposedly from his eldest sister. I do not question or care of the customs of savages. All I saw was the perfect vessel for my long term goals.
This is the 200 junior I stated is my brother-in-arms in my previous letter. Over the course of his first 200 years of life I did all I could to train him and erase his savage culture from his soul. Yet somehow that boy had the ability to escape my grasp from time to time. Yet when he became of age to rule, at 200 years old by native customs, I killed King Drognis. Which was the day an ancient being revealed themselves to give me a warning. A warning I ignored for the next 400 years.
Those 400 years were 300 of world conquest and 100 years of reaping the rewards of war. Yet 15 years ago the moon became 2 and I fear I am not long for this world. So I chose to finally breed with your mother to create you. In all my 800 years of life this is the most shame and guilt I have faced. One which I finally sort peace but as a coward am attempting to leave behind chaos to an unborn whelp.
Blessed to become your father,
Victor Pandragon, 20th son of the 1st Red Dragon House of Pantel-De-Dragon.
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