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The Beginning
Nothing about Hanse's life was normal. No human should go through the things he went through, and no dragon would allow themselves to be subjected to it either. However, from the beginning, his life was far from normal.

Hanse's mother was human. Beyond that, she was normal. She lived in a small village near the mountains by herself. Peasant life mostly, she had a minor knack for magic though; nothing spectacular or anything. She could heal a scraped knee, set a broken bone just barely, and calm an unnerved baby. Maybe it wasn't real magic, but an innate maternal power beyond understanding.

Hanse's father... He was an exiled member of the dragon elite of the Darkstar tribe. His father had a fetish for humans; none of which were good. Like any other dragonkin, Hanse's father was an expert at fire manipulation and creation; however, his applications were.. beyond the lofty ideas of the regal dragon races. Hanse's father was touched with madness, a sort of insanity that drove him angry towards any living creature, and his favorite target was humans.

Hanse's conception was less than holy. His father kidnapped his mother, beat within inches of her life, then while she was unconscious, he performed his deed with no regard to her body. When he was finished, he left her for dead in her own house; supposedly never to be seen again. Obviously, she lived long enough to give birth to him; though through the birth she wished she hadn't. Giving birth to a half dragon is much worse than giving birth to a human child. Though the bones, claws, and spines were still soft, they still tore flesh with no regard to whose it was.

Hanse was six months old when his father returned to the village to find a new victim to torture with his new ideas, but he found himself at a loss when he saw Hanse's wings and small tail. This moment was Hanse's first memory of his childhood.


Hanse's next tangible memory of his past, was when he was 3 years old.
He had been beaten for the last three weeks, his father always grumbling about Hanse's blood and flesh. But there was something else in his previous days grinding, something about teaching the b*****d to fly.
Near the end of the day, when the sun was its brightest on the horizon, Hanse was playing outside of his father's 'house.' Without warning, Hanse's father grabbed him by the tail, and threw him off the mountain top where they lived. Beyond that moment, Hanse could not remember.


His next memory, was a simple week after that. Not much had changed, he was still beaten almost daily, but he was starting to no longer feel the pain from it; he almost felt like he should start fighting back, but he didn't know how. His wings were stronger now that he had learned to fly after his father throwing him off the mountain 5 days in a row. They moved around him as a shield almost to some of his father's blows, even though it hurt more, it hurt his body less. Then his father did something unexpected... if you could call it that, he used fire against him. Hanse's father threw a wave of fire at him, and his wings curled around him, protecting his face and part of his chest, despite their size. The skin on his wings singed on contact with the fire as did the rest of his body, and the flesh broke as he moved from his protected position; however, it didn't seem damaged.
His internal instinct of survival had kicked in, just for moment. His regeneration rate had increased, albeit briefly, and the damage that his father had caused, was already healed. Perhaps the original damage was so light it wasn't too much to worry about to begin with, but his father noticed the sudden lack of injury; though furious, he was inwardly proud. At least, that's what Hanse had seen in his eyes. Hanse then blacked out, might have been from the sudden stress of the increased regeneration... or it was due to the fact that his father stuck him in the head with his tail.


When Hanse was 5, his father spoke to him more, and beat him even more. His insanity was overly apparent. He kept mumbling things about how the High Lords would never approve of such a detestable birth. However, Hanse was starting to dodge his father's attacks, but still could not counter. His wings were stronger and calloused, and he was able to take short trips away from home. Of course, it would end when his father would discover him missing; which then he would promptly find Hanse from his scent and forcefully take him back to his home. He was always grumbling about not being accepted by the others, and how the entire Dragon Higher Clans would kill him on sight.
He was also starting to understand how his father controlled the fire, and experimented (poorly) in his spare time when his father was asleep or away. So far, he could barely generate a spark, but an already existing flame he could convince to leap into the air and ignite something else. For now, such an exercise was tiring, but it was starting to be a glimmer of hope from the tyranny that was his father's love.
Still in progress