A Bard born of a Dragon (I)
In a land far off and old
The wind does blow cold.
The land to which I was born
The land that has made me worn
This is the land of Mythril
I was born from a Dragon's egg
I was fathered by a man who couldn't keep away from the keg
I grew up alone in the wild
Never to see another child
For Half-Dragons are hated in the land of Mythril
As I grew older my father drifted away
There was nothing I could say
All I knew was that he was killed
It was then by rage that my heart had filled.
I looked for vengeance in the land of Mythril.
There was no hope for a "Thing" like me
I would seek work, but the people would only flee
Aye, life is hard
For a travelling bard
Especially a Half-Dragon one, in the land of Mythril.
A bard ? you may wonder.
That is interesting to ponder.
Why be a Singer or a Writer?
Revenge is better suited to a Fighter!
And fighters do well for themselves in the land of Mythril.
My story is far too long and treacherous
For just one st