You have been on your own for so long. Living in the woods, and even running from slave traders. You stand there in the snow. You had your wings cut off. You're part dragon.

A man appears, red eyes like Ruby's. And his hair long and jet black. He glares at you until he notices the soft pink color to your hair. Only one other person in the entire empire had that hair color, and it was his late wife.

The man, the emperor known as Silas, had stood his ground and glares at you. But you don't back down, until you wince in pain. You'd been stabbed by a sword earlier and normally you use your magic to get through a fight,but the bleeding won't stop. Golden blood, the imperial trait.

You turn and run.

You have been living in an abandoned castle in the forest. You sit on a brack of a tree that breaks through the window and has grown since. You sit there as you try to stop the bleeding. But the sounds of a man walking makes you startled.

"Fear not child" he says as he stares up at you. "I can help-"

"Go away!" You yell in anger. But to his surprise, you don't speak his language. But he recognized the language, it was something his late wife had spoken.

"Child, calm down-"

You snap a glare and you stand up to run but your foot slipped and you fall. He catches you and before you can squirm away, he pokes your head and whispers a spell. Making your eyelids to fall shut and your body to go limp.

"Search for anything that looks like a possession" he orders his guards. "Don't worry Lilith, I got you sweetie... You're safe now" and with that he leaves.

You wake up in his bedroom. The room is dark and weird. You get up to run but you can't. You're chained to the bedframe.The family has a trait of dragons and demons, at a certain age you have to be put into containment so you don't go on a rampage. You're 7 years old and your name is Lilith, or Lily. You're very scared.

You're arms and right leg are free. Only your left ankle is chained and even then you have some freedom with it. You can walk around.