Maegor sat in his chambers, the little boys eyes locked onto the dragon toys that he played with. They were gifts from his father, given to him on the day of his birth, months before his fathers death.

The little boy knew not of his father, nothing good anyhow, every time he heard something of his father, it was a spewing of the same words, monster, madman, creature, ect. But if his father gave him these toys, he couldn't be that bad, right?

Maegor suddenly stopped playing, his gaze drifting towards the door to his chambers as it began before his eyes lit up and he let out a happy giggle at the sight of his older sibling, his body scrambling to stand so that he could approach them.