I was the lead general in Sorth's army. Army is a strong word since he never sent us to battle. He had so much power and yet just spent a lot of time in his moon garden.
One night while he was admiring the night sky in his reflection pool I stole three chests of gold from his den. I used them to get private and secret lessons with Algren. I started with the simple aspects of dark magic.
That's where I felll in love poison and alchemy. I felt my abilities with poison growing strong and Sorth growing weak so I took my chances and killed him.
I came to him saying I had urgent news and went to wrap my neck around his, a sign of respect. As I did so, I said a spell that would make me cry poison that would kill the victim. So I cried into my claws and went to touch him which is when the venom melted his face.
His screams didn't last long. Soon I claimed the title of the leader and appointed a loyal simple-minded dragon who would never do that to me.
I engaged in war with the other species of dragons. They were all eradicated or enslaved. All but the water and the fire dragons. I swore
I would get the world or die trying. The reason is that the dark dragons, us, were superior to the others and there would be peace. True peace, not that not fighting peace from before.
