"On the continent where most of the Dragons resided, they decided to create a ruling class amongst them that was dictated by power.

At the very top is the king or queen, the strongest of the entire race, along with their chosen mate.

Directly below them in power is the Nobles, generally composed of those who competed for King or Queen, but did not make it and were instead spared from dying during the trial by combat that determined the leader.

Finally, the 3rd class was made up of commoners, which are the weakest group.

Within this society, the king or queen hold absolute power, the nobles are able to lord over the commoners, and the commoners? Well, they are are just commoners.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely. However, in our society, this is not an issue, since if you feel like the one above you in status has no right to lead you, you are allowed to challenge them to trial by combat, something that is not declinable, given that you are in a position of higher power. For example, if a commoner feels they were treated unjustly by a noble, they can challenge the noble. After this, it can follow one of four paths:

1. They win the match, and kill their oppressor, joining the ranks of the nobility, tearing down that nobles family to their previous rank.

2. They win, and spare the noble, allowing the nobility to maintain their rank, while elevating their own.

3. They lose and are killed.

4. They lose and are spared, going back to the previous routine.

The only exception to this is that only the King or Prince cannot be challenged by a commoner. If you are a commoner, and seek to challenge the king or prince, you must first become a noble!

You'd think this would lead to endless fighting and killing, but actually, this made things rather peaceful, since everyone realized, if you stepped too far out of line, the one above you can kill you just as easily as the one below you.

The current King and Queen are the two strongest dragons currently known to exist. They actually both fought each other for the throne, where the Queen came out on top. The King to this day still insists he threw the fight due to the queen's beauty and a desire to marry her. He obviously got his wish. The Queen says he was simply weaker than her.

The Queen controls space, and the King manipulates time."

-On the Current State of the Dragon Empire

I close the book in front of me.

"Wow, the King and Queen are amazing!" I exclaim.

"You, as our child, shall be just as amazing. Come, it is time for your awakening ceremony. Let us find out what kind of ability you have," my mother replies.

"But Mother," I begin anxiously, "What if I'm not as strong as you and Father?"

"Then I will simply have to protect you all your life! No one is stronger than me!" My mother declares.

"But what about father?" I ask, "He insists that he is stronger."

"Hah! No, if that was the case, I would be his Queen, not him being my King! The woman is always stronger than the man in this house!"

"Eh? But how come everytime I see you two play wrestle, Father is always on top, and has you pinned under im and screaming?" I ask, at this point thoroughly confused.

"...That, um... that is... A four year old should not be concerned about things like that! Come along now!" My mother replies brusquely, quickly turning away from me.

I saw that she was blushing, but considering what happened to Father last time he pointed a mistake or shortcoming of hers out to her... *shudders* They still haven't finished fixing all the walls Mother knocked him through. I decide it would be a good idea to keep quiet.

I am the son of the King and Queen of the Dragonic Continent. A great many things are expected of me, one of which is being strong enough to at least become a Noble by my own power.

Appearance-wise, I take more after my father than mother. I have the same golden eyes as my mother, but the silver hair of my father. My skin is the same color as freshly squeezed milk, and my height is similar to that of the average dragon at age 4. Although we say dragon, most of the time, we closely resemble the appearance of our base species, Humans, but with horns, a tail, and retractable wings. My horns, tail, and wings are all black like my father, instead of the gold of my mother.

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

As I walked quietly behind Mother, we were fast approaching the throne room, where my Father, the King currently was, along with a high ranking priest of one of our temples to the Father.

Upon entering, my Father and the priest both stood and bowed.

"Good morning, my Queen." They both intoned.

"Rise," the Queen replied.

"My, were you blushing dear? Has something got you bothered?" Father asked, joking. Standing behind Mother, I quickly shook my head, indicating that he should stop, but it was too late.

My Mother's tail whipped out faster than my eye could follow, slamming into my Father's chest, knocking him through the back of the throne room wall, out of several exterior walls, and leaving him to fall into the moat surrounding the castle. All of this occurred in the timespan of but an eyeblink.

My mother walked over to her throne, sat upon it, and motioned me closer to her. I hastened to obey, not wanting to further rouse her ire.

"Now, once that idiot gets himself back up here, we can go ahead and begin discovering my son's ability."

At that point, my father walks in, soaked from head to foot, with a fish laying flopping on top of his head.

"Dear, your hair smells a bit fishy," my mother says, looking amused.

"Oh, I wonder why? It couldn't be because someone just so happened to put me through several walls, knocking me into a moat that just so happens to surround our castle now could it?" He replies, walking over to sit down next to her.

"Hmm, who could do such a thing to you?" She says, looking away.

"Oh, I don't know, but I do know that I will enjoy having such a person pinned under me, screaming their head off as I slowly torture them out of their mind," he replies, with a mischievous glint his eyes.

"Oh really?" My mother replies in kind, getting the same glint in her eyes.

"*Ahem*" the priest interrupts. "Can we go ahead and do the ceremony, your majesties, so that I may leave you to find the offending party aforementioned," he says dryly.

"Right, go ahead," my father says, looking on with a touch of amusement.

The priest walks up to me, placing his hands on the side of my head.

"Relax child, this will only take a moment, and after, we will know how strong you can become."

I look up and ask, "Can I become as strong as Mother and Father?"

He looks behind him to my Mother and Father, and seeing them nod, he turns back to me.

"That is a definite possibility. Now come, hold still, I need to finish using my ability to commune with the Angels so that they can tell me what ability you have," the priest answers, closing his eyes.

All those that become priests are required to have the ability to communicate with Angels for this reason, so that they can inform others of their abilities that they have been granted upon reaching the age of 4.

The priest's eyes suddenly snap open, and he examines me as if I am some kind of oddity.

"Well, this is a first. I have heard of abstract abilities before... but this? This is one of the most yet," he states, seeming very confused.

"Well, what is his ability?" My mother finally asks after moments of silence. They seem to be worried about what kind of ability I will end up with.

"His is... Truth. They did not specify what this meant, they just said, he controls the Truth."

Oh, did I also mention my name was Veritas? Ohhhh the irony.

[AN] Yeaaahhhhhh! Bet you none of you guessed that THAT was the ability he'd get. You prolly thought I'd go one extreme or another, give him some completely broken ability, or some totally weak sauce ability but nawp, it is Truth! Veritas. Yep. Latin if you are wondering. Cuz I like Latin. It's cool. Yep. [/AN]