The whispers started at a young age. Zenton knew they weren't his own thoughts but never listened to them. They would whisper in his mind like a crackling fire, always present but not a concern. Until the day he finally opened his mind and listened to what they had to say...
It all started like any other day, his father was out of town and his mother was at work. He had been spending his days with his family about his age. Wandering the streets of the village, sparing his his cousins in a mock battle for glory and adventure like any child of the tender years of youth. Running off after striking a rather vissious blow during their games so he wouldn't be sculded by the older kids. He turned a corner and stopped dead in his tracks. A girl was playing near a cart down the road. She had a faint glow about her that suggested magic, not nearly as powerful as his own. Her bloodline must have been so faint as to be non-existent. Zenton had magic, plenty of it, it scared his parents the amount of magic he was unable to control. They kept his away from most other people when they could. His only real interaction with other children we're his family and they few he was able to stand in the training school his parents sent him to.
'Go to her,' one whisper started 'she is one who will be able to help you control yourself.' ignoring the whispers Zenton turned and ran, the air around his crackled with unharnessed power. The sight of the girl bothered him, the odd feeling of lownleeness, the tug upon his very soul to go to her. Feeling the cracking of bone and the firy tearing of muscle he shifted into his other form, a sleek black dragon and took to the sky. Fleeing from the girl that was his future, and his greatest undoing.
