But… what… did I do… to deserve… this?This human… is not like the others… not at all…(a voice struggling as it exhales its final breaths)But I was not bad… was I???
Since ancient times… when dragons ruled everything, when absolute dominion belonged to us…I was born… an ordinary dragon, no different from many of my kind.
But what changed everything…was that I possessed only one element???
In contrast to my kin, who wielded at least three elements…Perhaps what they considered a flaw later helped me turn it into flames that devour even fire itself.
Yet that did not change the truth.
To excel at only one thing… is to be inferior overall.And being physically weaker than the rest—less enduring, less resilient—made them call me"the worst dragon."
That was when my mother came to hate me,to see me as a mistake… as filth.So she abandoned me,leaving me alone to face hardship.
Is this truly the role of those closest to you???
I found myself isolated from others—or perhaps they were the ones who avoided me,yet I kept trying to convince myself otherwise.
That solitude helped me discover myself more.I possessed truly unmatched firepower…or perhaps that was just another lie I told myself.
A trivial dragon who wielded nothing but fire,in an era where diversity of elements became the very symbol and essence of existence.
And me???I lacked both—at least among my own kind.
That only deepened my hatred for them.I wished I were stronger.I wished I could reach that class of dragons—those whom every living being feared,those whose names alone terrified even other dragons.
But who am I fooling???
I could barely even be considered a dragon...
In the end, after remaining isolated for a time I can no longer measure…some dragons approached me and made a single request:
Protect a certain city from all who enter it...If you succeed, you will be recognized as a true dragon.
I couldn't believe it...
So I went—and I protected it from every creature that set foot upon its land.The city was beautiful, breathtaking…yet eerily empty....That raised many doubts and questions...
But I didn't care.
My only goal…was to be acknowledged.
I guarded it.I burned everything that touched its soil—without distinction—for three hundred years.
Until suddenly…I found myself among dragons once more.
They looked at me with contempt and said:"So the wretch has returned."
That was when I realized…I had been deceived—used—discarded.
The fire within me burned me as well,consuming even my own being.
But I would not beg those who saw me as lesser.
So I isolated myself again.And I never returned to them.
But…
Recently…I found myself standing before the very cityI had wasted my life protectingfrom nothing—for no one.
So I burned it.And everything around it.For days.
Until smoke covered its skies for weeks...
And then…to meet my end at the hands of a beingof which I had slaughtered hundreds…
In the place I hated more than myself…
I truly do not deserve life...
This life is not meant for everyone, after all...
It belongs to the fortunate—those born with power and status from the very beginning...
Not for you…
Loudol…
The Worst Dragon...