When I turned ten years old, I sincerely believed that I was blessed to be born as a Dragon Born.
We were a part of the proud members of the Dragon Race, for the blood of Dragons flowed in our veins. This made us stronger than the other races in the world, and it allowed us to grow at a very fast rate.
As I grew older, the pride I felt in my heart turned into arrogance. I always thought that the Low-Landers, or those who lived in the lands beneath our floating Kingdom, were just second-rate races.
They were those who weren't blessed to be born as Dragons or Dragon Borns, making them inferior to our race.
However, this belief changed the moment the Half-Elf, Lux Von Kaizer, arrived in Karshvar Draconis.
For better or worse, the Dragon King had chosen me to become his supervisor, watching his every move, and making sure that he didn't do anything stupid that would cause trouble for our Kingdom.