I can keep talking about my father, or I can just cut to the chase.
But to summarize. My father was a man with many women. 5-7 wives I believe. He was also feared by other regions of the kingdom. He homeschooled us and taught us the basics of fighting. Whatever we wanted to do, we had to ask. If we wanted to fight in some wars, he will create a trial. And if we wanted to run off, he'll make us think twice on our decision.
As for my siblings, they don't often stay put. By that, I mean they are always on a mission on the land of the mortals. Of course, our powers can't hurt them, but anything beyond human we can defeat.
As for me, I am heir to the Osere Royal Army. I attend every battle, every war, every meeting. I attend every course, every fight, every assasination call out. It's as if i'm being treated as a living weapon. But I don't blame my father! I can't control the dragon within me. Any pour of magic that I do, I go berserk.
I have to wear an armor of the finest metal, an invisible cloak of scales from the finest dragnorak, and an eyepatch to hide my embarrassment.
You see, when a dragnorak goes berserk, their eyes turn the color of their father's or mother's. In my case, I have my father's eyes. An orchid purple with a hint of heather. Eyes of fear itself. Whoever dares look into my eyes shall face a horrible fate. And the Osere eyes, they can cause someone to remember what they did in the past and how it may affect them in the future. Sounds plain, but it can seriously mess with anyone's head.
If you're wondering about a usual dragon's eye, then look at a block of polished gold.
But enough with the prologue, let's dive into the story.
My brother and I have been talking about traveling beyond the gates. He calls me crazy, I call it practical. I've tried to sneak out many times, and every single time, I end up in the barracks.
But not this time. My plan was to use a little trick i've been working on.
Besides, Mother did say my singing is very hypnotic.