Iris von Dragnar POV
My life… how did it change so much?
It wasn't like this when I was young.
I was born as a demonic dragon, which made every other dragon look down on me.
I lived in the forest — even though I was a dragon, I was still despised.
Why is life so cruel?
Don't I have the right to be happy?
I hunted monsters in the forest — trolls, orcs; back then, the orcs still ruled the Nocthral region.
The world was in chaos, endless waves of monsters, attacks that never seemed to end.
I was wounded countless times, always on the verge of death among beasts…But those were also the times when my power grew the most.
I cried often.
My father and mother both died during one of those monster raids.
When I was eight, monsters destroyed our territory — that's when I became a fallen noble.
There were too many dragons back then — long-lived and powerful.
My father was among the weakest of the fire dragons; despite being a noble, he was only a baron.
