The Dragon's Memories

――That Dragon had no name.

Let's call that Dragon 'she,' for convenience.

She was born with particularly beautiful scales among Dragons.

Indigo scales that seemed to reflect the color of the sky itself.

She was more beautiful than anyone, and blessed with extraordinary talent.

Gifted as she was, she understood her own power soon after birth.

Wings that raced through the sky, claws that could rend anything, and a mighty Breath that reduced all things to ashes.

It didn't take her long to master all of them completely.

――I Am Strong

That was no arrogance; it was simply a fact...