It was all because of the obsession with strength.

Dragons are such majestic creatures. They are the beings closest to the heavens. It is said that once they reached adulthood, a dragon could take the form of an angel. In essence, angels were dragons. The hierarchy of the choir of angels are dependent upon their wings. The wingspan, the number, the strength, etc.. Alot of factors goes into determining what rank you are. Thus, wingless dragons were thrown out of the heavens.

One such dragon was me. I am called Levi, i don't know who gave me that name, i just know that is my name and just the same way i know what my name is, i also know that i was abandoned. You could say baby dragons have far higher intellect than humans, even though i don't remember what exactly happened, deep within my mind, i just know that it happened.

I thought that life couldn't get any harsher than that but i was wrong. The place where i was thrown out into was the deep ocean. Blessed are they who are born unto the land for it is much more peaceful and much more controlled by local authorities. In many ways, the deep is the same as the surface, the only difference is that the deep ocean is not limited by gravity, thus it is much bigger compared to the surface. The pressure there is also unimaginable, creatures who live there are far too many to count and are terrifying in their own right. One of them alone could wreak havoc on the surface but if you put all of those monsters into one place, chaos would ensue.

I was still young then. I thought that life was unfair but i thought wrong. It was they who was unfair. Just because i had no wings, they thrown me out into the deep. I was their child for God's sake! The least they could have done was give me to some family with no child or atleast leave me on the surface. But no, they simply did not care if i was their child or not. All they cared for was strength!

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Strength was the bane of my life yet it was also my lifeline. I desperately tried to achieve absolute strength. It took many many years, countless battles, countless lives. Yet i was not satisfied, i was never satisfied. I did not realize it back then, It was not strength that i needed. I only realized it when i stood at the top, battered and alone. No one to share my goals with, my suffering, my tears, my joys. No one, every other creature stayed away from me like i was some sort of plague. What i wanted was strength, what i needed was family. Two completely different things yet tied together like entangled strings.

That moment lead to my decision to leave the deep ocean and try to live a new life on the surface. I had already gained my human form then, i was no angel. I had no wings to show for, but i had the strength that no angel could oppose, that i was glad for. It was like my strength was a mockery to those who abandoned me. It was like a comforting whisper, assuring me that i am no weakling, that they were wrong.

And thus, my real story began then.....

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Author's Note: I've been wanting to write my own story because of the limited number of stories i wanted to read. I think i also finished most of the stories i wanted to read, they just need to update them, but updates takes a long time. I could not possibly wait. So i thought, why not make my own.... it would be far better than reading someone else's.. that way i can just write it the way i want to. Still, even though this story first and foremost is for my own entertainment, i do wish to improve my delivery skills and my writing skills. So, please, give me a constructive criticism/feedback and if possible, give me an example, maybe, rewrite my prologue and give me your own version of it so i can compare and learn. Thanks!