My entire life has been nothing but a long series of contradictions. Because of this I have developed the mindset that I am merely one half of a great big contradiction. The other half, of course, would be my twin brother Zeref. From birth, the world has been confused of our existence. It isn’t every day that two creatures resembling elf children just hatch out of a dragon egg after all. That part of the string of contradictions that is my life, is all thanks to my parents.

My father was a brave elf man. He was a skilled warrior and ranger. My mother however, was a very powerful sorceress. Her magic, in a way, is the reason my brother and I turned out the way we did. You see, although my father was very powerful and skilled, he was still considered by society to be “normal.” My mother on the other hand, was merely an elf in disguise. The truth about her was, that she was a dragon. While in her elven body, she was very beautiful, easily winning my father’s heart over. He didnt find out the truth until he learned that, well, she was expecting. Soon enough, two dragonborn halfbreeds came into this world. Bearing an elven form, it was easier for our father to raise us. However, we both had some sort of draconic attribute about us.

Zeref, the child with eyes of crimson fire that match the ambition and energy in his soul. This is my twin brother. He was born with the magic of my mother flowing through his veins. In reality, he is more dragon than anything else. Because of this, he has decided to follow the path of my mother and become a sorcerer. Although he is nowhere near his true capabilities when it comes to magic, he has a lot of potential and could easily surpass even our mother’s skill come adulthood.

Then, there is the contradiction: Me. Dezae. I am the child with the eyes of ice matching those of my father’s. Or, perhaps the chilling color comes from my coldness to the other races, or really, anybody whom I don’t know. I inherited few traits from my mother, simply the ability to speak draconic as fluently as sindarin, and a keen sense when it comes to tracking and the fantastic world of flora and fauna. Well, and I suppose I got the forked tongue from her as well…Anyways! When I was young, and Zeref was off practicing a new spell, my father was teaching me to use a bow, alllowing me to follow him into the forest for days on end as I sharpened my already keen instincts. As I grew, I knew that my true path was leading me to follow in my father’s footsteps, and finally I decided to become a ranger.

We thought we had a normal childhood. That all changed when we were nearing our adolescent years. Around our twenty fifth birthday, tragedy struck our small family. Our mother vanished mysteriously, without a word as to where she was going or if she was to return. Our father was grief stricken at the loss of his true love. Elves mate for life, and our father knew if he never found her he would never experience love again. One night, when he was positive we could take care of ourselves, he told us he was leaving to search for her. Before he left, he gave me but one possession: his bow.

From that point on, it was just Zeref and I fighting against the world in an endless struggle to remain alive. We knew it would be challenging to make a place for ourselves in the harsh reality of the outside world, but we were both confident that we were strong enough to accomplish whatever we wanted to. Although we may be contradictory creatures, we have each other, and together we make a team that can handle the most difficult of challenges. Nothing would get in our way simply because:

We are the Dragonborn.

 

Short story plucked from: https://www.wattpad.com/43394107-dragonborn-a-pathfinder-fanfiction-chapter-one