The Story Untold

Introduction
My name is Ember Scales. My name should have been Amber Princely, or maybe Amber Charming, but to no avail. A spell, an ancient spell set in place from the first retelling of my story, to make me what I am. Apparently my father didn't get the memo, and freaked when he saw Mom bear a green winged scaly baby into the world.

I was locked away for sixteen years, but born on my eleventh birthday was my little brother, who was completely normal, Aaron.

I finally got to leave but my imprisonment didn't end there. I was under watch, severe watch to make sure that I would not tell anyone my real parents and the nature of my upbringing.

And I didn't. Until the day of graduation, when I poured my heart out to my...more than friend but less than boyfriend, Comely Charming. Comely was shocked, but understood, and we both agreed not to mention it again.

Until a couple of years later, when we were a couple and had been for about a year. He proposed to me and I accepted. It was then I knew what I had to do.

Not very many people know the story from beyond this point, but I shall tell it now, but I don't say it for sympathy, I say it because I want others to realize the same thing I learned.

Chapter One
I stood a long time in front of that mirror in my apartment. It was floor to ceiling, and gave me a crystal clear view of myself. (You're probably thinking "Oh how conceited of her!" Well I wasn't doing it for vanity reasons.)

I was making sure I looked presentable. I gathered handfuls of my thick hair, and pulled it in a high ponytail. It gave full view of my dragonic ears, but that was my intention. They did, after all, need to remember who they were dealing with. And I wasn't ashamed of my roots any more.

I was wearing my most sensible outfit. It was a black loose jacket, a white button down shirt, and black slacks. I wore low black heels. I looked respectable, like a respectable dragon, but I still looked respectable. Which was my goal.

I flapped my wings and began to fly to my destination, a medium sized kingdom, with a middle sized castle made entirely out of white marble. I took a deep breath to steady myself, as I was understandably very nervous upon entering.

But enter I did. The guards didn't even stop me. Some remembered me from my life there and knew I was not threat despite how I looked, and the newer ones were held back by them as the older ones turned and pretended not to see me.

"YOU! Who let you in?!" The king yelled.

"Surely you would not object to an audience with your only daughter." I said calmly.

I heard a gasp, it sounded like a young boy. I had forgotten that Aaron was in the room and most likely didn't know about me. It shook me a little, but I didn't back down.

"What do you want, abomination?" My father growled.

"To inform you that despite your best efforts, I'm getting married." I said in the same calm voice,

"To a monster no doubt." My father joked.

"No, not that it matters, but to Prince Comely Charming." I said in the same even tone of voice.

"Wow, bewitching a Charming! You're even more diabolical than I thought you were." He said in a fake proud voice. "Now leave."

I turned to go, but then I caught my mother's eyes. Her eyes were full of tears as she smiled at me, mouthing "Congratulations."

"Mom, you and Aaron are invited to the wedding." I recited before darting away.

When I had left the castle, and began to flap my wings, I felt a small hand tug on my jacket. I turned to see my brother, he was nine years old, and watching me expectantly.

"Can I, I, g-g, um, give you, way? Daddy wo-won't. So, so, it's, um, um, it's m-my job to." I thought at first the stutter was because he was nervous about talking to his half dragon sister he never meant before, but in reality, as I would find out later, he was born with a stutter.

But it didn't matter, my heart was melting into a pool of lava because he had asked that. I got down to his level and nodded. "If you want to." I said.

"Th-h-h---anks. Nice, um...win-wings." He complimented me.