I walked over to Arkain's side and sat down. "Those questions can be answered when you see my mark." I said. Agamme knew what was coming, and readied the electric current through his fingers. I reached for the left side of my face, dug my claws under the skin, and ripped it off like it wasn't even apart of me.  The flap of skin fell to the ground like silk, and revealed three scars that were streaked across the left side of my face, like an eagle struck me right there. "This is the mark of Darkness, given to dragons that can't breathe fire, or any other substance. This scar represents centuries of torture, mistreatment, and just plain bad luck. When I was a hatchling around 50, my father instructed us all to line up in order of color. Since I was red, I went last. When it came my turn, I emitted this." I took a deep breath, mixed the chemicals in my lungs and expelled only smoke. "Just smoke, nothing else. My father looked at me disappointed, children laughed, mother sad. He raised his claw at me, and struck me across the face. The next day, he was welding stones together, to prepare for my new home. It was a stone square, a 'prison' so to speak. Every night, when it came time to sleep, my brothers and sisters all waked by me, laughing and hitting on me like I was just a toy to them. Mom and dad never stopped them either. After 5 years of torture, I climbed my way out of there in the dead of night, walking off and starting a new life as a nomad. I traveled for weeks, wondering the plains of our great land in search for a new home. A dragon by the name of Gragor found me wondering in a blizzard in the harshness of winter. He took me in, along with 20 other dragons that were under his care, all dark ones, and tried his best to teach us how to breathe whats in our lungs." I raised my tail into your view. "You see the stone? It was a gift from him. I'm not sure what it does, or why he gave it to me, but all I know is that it lights up whenever I'm near an object that I want." I reached for the locket on my neck and opened it up. "It never lights up when I see her though." I took a deep breath, absorbing my sorrow and resuming the tale. "After 50 years of being his apprentice. Chimera guards found the secret training area in the Clover mountains. They took all the children, lined them up, and shot them dead with crossbows. I hid in a cabinet so I avoid capture. When I opened the door, I saw every one of my friends murdered and dead upon the ground. Gragor escaped somehow and left me to fend for myself again. After 4 weeks on non-stop walking, I reached a meadow, where she laid in the sun. I can still remember the day like it was yesterday. I walked up to her, touched her tail, making her flinch...and then our eyes met. She saw the scar, and did nothing. This scar also prevents you from having a mate of your own to love and breed with, but she never cared for it. She was special indeed, like a scaled angel from the heavens. She agreed to help me and keep me secret from everybody. I lived with her for another long period of my life. After she left the nest, keeping me secret for 100 years, we both flew over to chimera, heading to the church. Our vows were exchanged, scales handed to one another, and promises were made that couldn't be kept." I raised my right claw to show Arkain the green scale on my hand. "During my time in office, a dragon by the name of Bayonel led a small group of rebels into the Chimera castle, taking my mate hostage and demanding that I leave the city. He says I'm the reason were loosing the war with the Brendoli. Ditan and Agamme were also forced out by the rebels."<br/>"We really had no other choice, you carried us out, remember?" Agamme said, interrupting the tale.<br/>"It was either her dead, or us gone. I had no other choice. We left Chimera, and fled for 50 years, traveling across the world, avoiding the war and living amongst tribe after tribe to find a new home. Yours has to be the most friendly I ever seen in years."<br/>"But a weird ritual at that!" Ditan said.<br/>"Now, the general. I can summarize him up for you real short, a no good vampire thats turned every human against us, forming a vast nation called Brendoli, draconic for dragonslayer. We've been fighting the war for over 5000 years, and haven't gain any foothold in it either. I wouldn't be surprised if it lasts longer."