Haaaah .... another day , another pain , another annoyance . I am getting sick of it . Nothing ever changes .

  I wake up , I hunt , I move ever onward , north ...

  No challenge , nothing new , nothing changes ...

  How long was it now ? Three months ? Four ? ... Does it even matter ?

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  I am bored , which is dangerous . I know ... I know , but that doesn't change the fact that I am bored . Maybe its because , all these strange ideas and knowledge I keep getting in my head , but who knows ? ...

  Yeah , I am pretty sure , that I am insane , but so what ? There is no one to say otherwise , no one to comfort or berate me ... So does it even matter ? How do I even know , that I am insane ? Well , that's because I understand what insanity even is . And now I am explaining it to myself ... Is it to comfort myself ? Heh , great ! Now I am getting depressed again ... Ha ... HAHAHAHA ...

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  Yeah , I am definitely insane ...

  Insane , lonely and bored . What a great combination ... heh .

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  Lets just keep going north ... Am I even going the right way ? ... Yeah , feels like it . One leg in front of another ... Keep on marching you insane lizard .

  Like this our little sad , but definitely not insane , not so little dragon pushed on . He moved ever onward , ever further . He hunted , slept , tried to understand knowledge , he had no context for . Day by day , he marched on . Falling ever deeper to depression . But he did not give up . He pushed ever further , ever longer and he learned more and more , about his body . His strength grew , day by day . His mind sharpened into a deadly weapon , when he needed it . But that was a double edged sword that cut him just as much , as his prey . When Tramas didn't have a need for a sharp mind on his travels , it wandered into ever stranger places , which confused the poor dragon immensely .

  As the saying goes , having too much of a good thing can become a poison . But still our dragon marched on . Step by step , day by day . And as the world often does , something changed .

  One day our dragon encountered something new . Weird creature he never saw before .

  .... What is that ? ... Never seen anything like it . Stands on its hind legs , walks .... Actually , can that be even called a walk ? It looks like it will fall with every step ... Its quite small , lets get closer and take a better look .

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  ... Wait ! What is that smell ? A camouflage ? ... Weird if that is the case . There are plenty of creatures that eat rotten meat . So its like a dinner bell to them . Is it bait for them ? ... Still , smells like death . A lot actually . Must be quite strong to survive that much rot on its body ... I should be careful ...

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  Ah! it is turning towards me ... Its actually really slow , is that another trap ? ... What the FUCK ?!? HOW CAN IT SURVIVE ITS FACE ROTTING OFF ?!? ... AND ITS RIGHT PAW TOO !!! I SEE FUCKING BONES !!!! HOW ??? ... How the hell are you alive ? How are you not howling in pain ? ... Are you even alive ? You don't smell like being alive , you don't move like being alive . Fuck , you don't even sound alive ! ...

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  OK ! Ok , you are actually really slow ... Good , I can put you down , so you don't suffer anymore ... Ok Tramas , quick slash through its torso , to cut it down and dart back as quickly as you can ...

  Ok ! Three , two , one , GO ! ...

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  Ok , didn't expect to cut it in two ... wait ... HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL ALIVE ?!? ... No ! Really ! How are you dragging yourself after me , when you are cut in two ? ... Wait ! Blood is not supposed to be this , black brown sludge and I am sure you are supposed to bleed far , FAR more than you are ... Do I have to crush your head ? ... I hope this works . I do not enjoy this hunt at all ... All that quiet snarling and smell is getting to me , its really unnerving ...

  Ok , once again ! Three , two , one , GO ! Crunch , and now back to safety ! ... Alright , its not moving anymore . Did that work ? ... Looks like it . Lets wait for a while , just to be safe .

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  Now , lets get a better look at this weird walking corpse ... Heh , walking dead , now I am quite sure that I am insane ... But it is right in front of me . I can smell it and NO ! I will NOT taste it ! I don't care how insane I think I am . I am NOT putting that ANYWHERE near my mouth ! ... Now lets take a better look . Ok , that is not its skin . It might be dirty , but not rotten like rest of its body . " Haaah " Yeah , I apparently know , that these coverings are armour , that is not natural , but made . I don't care anymore , where this knowledge comes from . But it seems , that it is supposed to be on a creature that can talk and actually make that armour . When you were alive , were you such a creature ? ... I mean before you became this thing , that I cut down ... Yeah , you were not alive anymore , were you ? ... That is really strange , hopefully not any more of your people , ended like you ... Welp , it seems there is nothing more , that I can learn from you ... Should I bury you in the ground , so nothing can eat you and get sick ? Yeah ! That seems smart , I will bury you ... Well what is left of you , and then be on my way .

  And just like that our brave , not so little dragon had his first brush with undeath . Luckily , it was just a Lesser zombie , second weakest undead , superior only to Ancient lesser skeletons which can be defeated , pretty much by simply falling on them , their bones are that brittle , and that is actually the same reason , that those skeletons are almost the rarest undead in the world . Even though lesser zombies usually transform into them in a decade or so . This one was just some unfortunate hunter , that bit more that he could chew and died to poison in a secluded area . Otherwise he would be devoured like any other carcass in the Badlands . In this world , thanks to the energy of magic , which has many names in many cultures of the world , any intelligent race can transform into undead after their death . Pretty much any culture deals with their dead differently . There are even those , that bind their risen into servitude , but not always are such nations necessarily evil .

  But that , our brave winged lizard , of course , does not know . So he marches on , on his quest for strength , and in search of everything he lost . But see , this little encounter will be the catalyst for understanding for our little Tramas . What will he take from this ? What will be revealed to him ? How will he interpret it ? Will it give him strength ? Or push him deeper towards destruction ? Will it be something he desperately needs , or something to lead him astray ? Will he grow from it , or will it crush his spirit ? ...

  ... time will tell ...