I’ve always been a mutt.
Not that you can change a thing like that.
Born in a tiny village with too many farmers and no good restaurants, it was my responsibility to serve as the city terror.
But nobody is afraid if you’re not a full breed.
A dragon is a silly thing without the intimidation. When the markings on your scales give you away, people giggle instead of flee.
The stories and the myths—they’re a lot to live up to.
I’m not unsure if I have what it takes. I know I’m not enough.
Yesterday, I tried to scare a little girl by blowing fire near her face.
She replied, “I know your parents didn’t come from good stock.”