Mischief

Naomi, the Glitch Queen, descendant on both sides of his family. Father is 7th gen, Mother is 4th gen descendant

I am cursed. Everyone knows I am. I also just happen to be shy and have no friends. Or that may just be part of the curse. Who knows, anyway? Who knows this world, all of its secrets. Well, the deities, obviously, but who else? I honestly don’t know. Maybe the Gatekeeper.

The Gatekeeper. My I-Don’t-Know-How-Many-Greats Grandma. She was evil, or they all say she was. Both my mother and father descended from her, and I honestly don’t know what to do. They both left me, at the riverside, when I was just a hatchling.

I don’t remember them very well, but what I do, I don’t miss at all. They were horrible dragons, from what I’ve heard. What I’ve remembered. Hence why they left me on the riverside. Rumor has it that I was exiled and then brainwashed, though. I will never find out which is true, and I never hope to.

A dragon found me, one day. I was tiny and screaming for help, and help did come. As I grew older, I realized that my leader, my mother loved me very much and was only trying to protect me from the other dragons. The dragons that thought I was cursed in a bad way.

She hid me, anyway, in a small cave, high up into the mountains. I suppose she thought I could take care of myself, which was fair enough. I was just about starving to death when a female Nightmare came up to me, insects in her mouth.

I was, quite literally, on death’s bed. I took the insects gladly and didn’t question how the Nightmare had found its way to me. I still don’t. Every time I was on the brink of starvation, she brought me food.

It took me a while to earn her trust, and it took her a while to earn mine. But now, she is my closest friend. No one will ever separate us. When I was about to starve for the fifth time, my adopted mother came to check on me. She was startled to find I had made a friend, but she got over her shock quickly.

I normally come across to dragons as one that will hide and mind his own business, and work the day away. After my mother came, she gave me a disguise. A white coat. A healer’s coat.

I was confused for a moment, and then I realized something, slowly putting the puzzle together. A healer’s cloak. Healers were only part of clans. Healers were good. I could hardly believe what she was offering to me- A chance.

A chance to convince her clan that I was not cursed. That I was not bad. That I was, instead, the opposite. I still don’t believe it, really. That she was helping me. I guess some dragons just have that kindness in their hearts.

I’m not one of them, but I am a clan dragon now. I healer, a true one, and part of a clan. I have earned the trust of a few, but many are still wary. I guess it will always be that way.

And I suppose… I will have to suit myself with that.