Dragon Attack

I am Ember Scales. Mama told me to write about who I am. Well I am the daughter of the dragon from the story, the Prince and the Dragon. Tough luck you say? Well buckle up cause it get's tougher.

I am not the actual daughter. My father told me to say that. It was his compromise to let me leave the tower and at that point I would have agreed to anything as long as I could get out of that room.

I know I'm not the only one with secrets. Hey, Cerise Hood and Ramona Badwolf have secrets about they're family, but at least they're accepted by their father. No one knows what it's like to be me. I feel like I'm talking in circles though, so let's start over. Here is my story.

Chapter one: My early life
From what I've gathered, everyone was looking forward to the birth of the Prince's heir. But the baby was like no baby the kingdom had ever seen. It had black-ish dark green hair, green skin, pointed ears, reddish brown eyes, and dragon wings. You guessed it, the baby was me.

The sparrow explained things to my father. He said: "Tradition dictates that if the dragon dies with no heir, the oldest child of the prince must make that sacrifice and be cursed to be half dragon." Yeah, that would have been nice to know before I was born!

My father flew into a rage. He spread lies about me to everyone, saying that his heir had been stillborn and I was indeed the Dragon's daughter. I was given to a maid to take care of and the poor country girl was instructed to never let me leave the tower!

She didn't. When I was six, Papa declared I was old enough to stay on my own and the maid was finally allowed out of the room. I wasn't. The tower I was in had no windows, except one barred one at the very top, but it was too small for me to fly through, and the door locked from the outside. I spent my days sobbing and in turn picking at the meals the servants, (usually the newer ones), brought and placed though the slot. Everything was fireproof, for fear I'd burn it.

I had learned to talk by the time the maid was allowed to leave, "Muggy", I called her, and spent hours every day making up conversations. That's all I had to amuse myself with.

But on my tenth birthday, my mother astonished me. She disobeyed my father and entered the room. I was at first scared, unsure of who she was, but she told me I was her daughter and she loved me and she missed me these past eleven years. I knew vaguely about time and mothers and things, from back when Muggy was in charge of me, she often spoke of my mother and how she used to work for her. But now I was face to face with her.

At first we hugged for a half an hour, then Mama pulled away. In hushed whispers she said that when she got the chance, she'd teach me to read and write and bring me books so I could go on some adventures. And she did. It was slow progress, for Mama was very timid around my father, but I finally learned to read and she brought me books that could take me out of my lonely tower room. And she told me why I was in the room, the story of my birth.

My brother was born on my eleventh birthday. I remember hearing the fanfare and wondering if that's how things went when I was born. but my brother wasn't half dragon, that I noticed quite clearly.

As I neared my sixteenth birthday I heard snatches of conversations between my mother and my father. I caught the words Ever After High. That night my mother came in and hugged me. She told me that Papa had said I could leave the tower room to go to Ever After High, but I had to say I was the Dragon's daughter. I wasn't sure at that point what Ever After High was, but I was willing to say anything to leave the borders of my life.