He didn't understand. If he was an elf why did they tell him he was human with birth defects? He didn't get that. Why had he been lied to since he was but an infant? He looks at her. "Why would they tell me I was human with birth defects?" He asks softly. That was something he just didn't get. Why would humans lie to him and tell him he was one of them if he wasn't? He believed her. He was just trying to understand this is all. He looks at her and his hand went to his birthmark. "It has always been there. The priests said it was there when they found me. I thought such things as a dragons blessing was rare and very rarely did a child blessed with the protection of the dragon live past three. Why is that? Why do dragon blessed children not make it past three years of age in most cases?" he did not get this. He believed it yet he wanted to know more. Craved more information. Craved more knowledge. Listening to her and nodded his head. "I like that idea. That we were meant to be friends." He says softly. He blinked and nodded his head. "I want to bring peace back to all races. I want to help a race that is self destructive survive. I want to help all the races to coexist again. That is a strong desire of mine." He listened as she talked. "I can understand that. I am tired of seeing dragons needing to hide. Needing to fear for their lives or the lives of their babies." He says softly.<br/><br/>She talked again and he looked at her. Can't truly be one until he says he real true name? What was her true name? Why was it on the edges of his mind but so far from his grasp? He knew he knew it. Looking back at her. Her words made an eerie sort of sense. "I never thought about it. It all clicks now. It is the blessing isn't it? That is what keeps the magic from affecting me. That is what helps me heal so fast...isn't it? It makes sense that it would be." He closed his eyes. It was in his mind. What was it? Why was it so close yet so far from his grasp. He opens his eyes and nodded his head. He forced his mind to focus on the dream. Forced his mind to focus and piece together the fragmented puzzle pieces in his mind. Images form and begin to piece together. The letters start to form in his mind. Misty images that slowly become letters. Clear yet shimmering like it would vanish fast. "Auroralia. That is the name that always came with the dreams. I remember it now. My head hurts from doing so but that is the name that always is attached to those dreams. To the fragmented images that make up my dreams." He opened his eyes and looks at her. "Auroralia." he says softly. The name held power and was the name he had called so many times as a youth.