Astraea?
Ah, that's right. I own that name. No wonder it feels familiar to my ears.

My name is Astraea Stallard.

Everything is like a blank paper with invisible ink. I remember something, but only portions of memories that I could remember. Yet I never wanted to find any leads to restore my memories, my heart told me so.

By the reflection from spring water, the fearsome figure could be seen clearly. A horned creature yet attaining a figure of human, humans that stumbled upon it addressed the figure as a Half-Dragon.

This dragon roamed free, walking with its feet instead of wings; in fact this creature had no wings on its back. Walking from end to end with nobody knew of its aim; whether to breathe the fresh air or to observe humans before their lives were taken.

The dragon has been living in serenity, but this half being has created a restlessness throughout the land. The mortals grew hatred towards its kin, but they could do nothing but to wait a hero to slay it.

But guess what,
It is I, the half-dragon they despised.
And I too, despise them.

But the hatred was without a base for I have no memory. However, the blanks in the book has been filled pages by pages. I never thought of having olden memories until that man came.

Coming from dreams by dreams, the man who was forcefully returning my memories was known as Neilos. I have no knowledge of who he was for me, but I know that he is Neilos from my memories.

I was living in a castle, playing with him when we were still a child. That man, Neilos, he befriended me even though I was a half-dragon. Why though? He was pretty unique, I must say.

Verisgalla Kingdom, the House of ▓▓▓▓, those name engraved in my memory, but I know nothing of it yet it seemed pretty important for my whole being. Between those name, another dream which was like a hallucination tortured my night.

A man was crying, both in sadness and pain. It felt so real that it made me shivers. Whose memory was that?

ㅤWhy did that man seek revenge in the end?
ㅤAnd why... did his anger soothe my soul?

However, those memories were nothing worth to be remembered of. It was merely a dream that feels like it's a reality. Only one thing which I believe from the series of dreams that I had upon Neilos's interference.

ㅤI fell from a height and the darkness embraces as my body fell into a pool of blood. That memory felt so real since my body had remembered the pain. One moment after I fell into pool of blood, I partly lost my consciousness.

My body was so heavy and it felt like something has seeped into my body. That, I fully lost my consciousness until I walked outside the next day with this body becoming heavy.

ㅤBut...
ㅤWas it truly the next day that I woke up?

Memories told of me that I lived with cursed blood flowing through my vein. I didn't hate this fact for I am still living until today.

This cursed blood allowed me to open a rift, pulling weapons from it, many at once. I can set my whole body ablaze, without fearing of being burnt. However, there were times when the fire turned black and I don't understand why. But I believe that dark flames was filled with negativity.

If I were really a half-dragon from birth, the mortals could never wound me. Every time I was injured, the wound will close by itself. I don't need help from any sorcerer or priest, they can never help me nor I believed in them.

DO NOT TEST MY TEMPER
OR YOU'LL TASTE MY WRATH