You know the funny thing about stories and fancy dramatic tales? They don't always really start where you'd think they would. Especially who it begins with, you know. Normally, it's a Prince or knight on a journey to save a Princess or the world.

  Most people - especially songwriters and those historians - love to start with the big hero, maybe sometimes starting in the thick of it, you know. Big battles, massive armies, heroes holding some overly dramatic weapon and wearing stupidly fancy-looking armour or outfits. Probably shouting a cheesy one-liner like 'For Pyrrhia!' or something - I totally didn't do that - With their hair blowing perfectly in the wind.

  Seriously, nobody tells you how much hair gets in your mouth when you try that, trust me. It's not nearly as cool as it sounds.

  But the real stories, the ones that change things, the important ones. They don't start with big moments or shining heroes. The world expects a knightly champion, and it gets a sandy slum boy from a desert city.

  But they do start small, with insignificant events and details no one cares to pay attention to, because they often tend to mean the most. But also most importantly messy, stupid even if your feeling extra judgemental. I do have feelings you know?

  They start with things like getting sand in your boots for the millionth time that day, or if selling your last piece of bread for the week for a rusty dagger was worth it. Spoiler: it wasn't.

  Sometimes they even start with a bunch of stupid teenagers arguing over who snores the loudest, and still save the world in between snack breaks. For the record, it's totally Turtle.

  Anyway, getting back on topic. If your expecting a perfect, glorious story with polished heroes, and shining kingdoms... Well.

  You might want to find another story. Because my story?

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  Isn't even close.

  It's messy.

  It's incredibly stupid

  It's a little terrifying, don't worry not in the horror way.

  And yeah, absolutely ridiculous. Especially when someone falls on their pretty face. Sorry Winter. He's never gonna let that go. I actually don't think Winter lets anything go.

  But, it is real.

  I guess that's the part nobody tell you when they start carving statues of your face. Before you become a legend, when your just a kid trying not to screw up. And honestly? Half the time you're still screwing it up anyway, you just look cooler while doing it.

  Soooooo...

  If your still here and you actually want to listen to some idiot rambling and bragging on about how he accidently stumbled into the pages of history, and totally look super cool while doing it.

  Then pull up a chair, or rock, whatever is closest I guess. Maybe grab a snack or two. I totally just made you hungry didn't I? Your welcome.

  Beacause I'm about to tell you everything, from a totally unbiased perspective. Thats me by the way, if you couldn't tell.

  From the epic fights and battles.

  To the friendships, and possibly the relationships. PS Winter is still salty about that with me.

  The stupid mistakes I can't take back.

  The many things I regret, wishing I could take them back.

  And the things I would do all over again.

  Even the part where I became something I never thought I'd be, not in a million years. But it still happened.

  And no, I'm not a King, that's waaaaay too much paperwork, I'd give myself a permanent migraine just thinking about it.

  We'll get to that eventually though, promise.

  But first we have to start at the very beginning. no not the prologue, you've already read that, that is if you had the decency to read it in the first place.

  We begin before my time at the Academy.

  Before magical dragon powers, and my weird but kinda cool powers. And that really, really annoying voice in my head...yeah, yeah you can shut up now. Oh no not you, I was talking to the voice in my head... don't worry I'm totally sane.

  Before the world caught fire, and almost came to an end. You're welcome for that too.

  And maybe before a fell in love too, but that not important right now!

  Back when I was just me, a nobody. Standing ankle deep in sand with nothing to my name. looking up at the sky.

  And wondering if maybe, just maybe, life could get even a little bit better....

  Buuuuut, it only got weirder, yaaaaay lucky me.....

  Oh yeah the name's Qibli by the way, in case you were wondering.