I spent months floating in darkness with only my memories to entertain me. I imagined things I could have done differently to get a better outcome. Ultimately, I decided that it was no use. I had thousands of years to change and only now that I'm truly alone do I think about it; Who am I really?

I will always be the impulsive and overly empathetic woman. But this time, I truly hoped to change. Thinking back, the majority of my lives never made it past 25 years old. I could count the few exceptions on one hand. I would always end up dead. Always the same reason. No matter how powerful, I just could not live long.

* * *

When I was finally born, it was over the course of three hours. I felt slightly suffocated before I was introduced to the light.

I felt someone wiping my face. When the pressure was gone, I opened my eyes. I found myself in the arms of a woman. She had brown hair, and violet eyes. She would have been attractive if a scowl wasn't firmly planted on her face. I looked at her attire and I decided that she was either royalty or a noble. She wore something akin to a dress and it was encrusted with precious jewels.

Someone else walked into my field of vision. It was a man. He stood way higher than the woman in front of me. He was a thick man. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He could be called handsome. His eyes gazed over me angrily. He was definitely not happy.

“Adriana, I told you I need a daughter. We have only three princesses. We need at least one more. ”

“It's not my fault, your highness. I didn't know it would be a boy!”

“Give it to the nurse. He's useless. We have enough sons as it is. ”

“Yes, your highness.”

“Don't forget to name him”

I heard it all. I wasn't too surprised. Misfortune always found me whether it be the family I was born into or an untimely death. I also wasn't surprised about understanding their language. It was one of Lucis' worlds after all. Not many people know it, but the God/Gods that cover a world initially dictated the languages they speak. So in any world of Lucis', the humans would speak the same language and likewise with the others races.

I closed my eyes and rested when the woman who birthed me put me down on the bed. She ordered someone to clean the room and to give me to a nurse. She followed after the would-be-father, who had long since departed.

After a lot of shuffles and bangs, I was lifted up and brought to the nurse. She had a pleasant voice. I opened my eyes and I saw that she was a young woman of about 35 years old. She had auburn hair and brown eyes. She looked at me with a huge smile while trying to get me to laugh. I wasn't in the mood and I wasn't the type of person to entertain anyone unless they were children. After a while, I started crying, I was seriously hungry. The nurse left out for a bit and came back looking at me with the saddest eyes. She started pacing back in forth in the room. I wonder what she was thinking about. Here I am, hungry and she's just walking about. Honestly, I feel like I could die at this moment.

After a while of the woman pacing, a hard knock shook the room. I was surprised the door didn't break. I imagined my heart jumping out of my chest and running away, that's how surprised I was. When the door opened, I felt a familiar presence. Not in the sense that I knew the person, but I knew what the person was. A dragon. The dragon, in humanoid form, took heavy steps toward me. It looked down at me as I laid in the crib. She was beautiful, though young. Probably only 2,000 years old. She had fiery red hair and bright green eyes. She was a very beautiful woman who looked delicate and menacing at the same time. I wondered if she had a dragon's temperament.

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That was immediately answered when she looked at my body. She turned back and questioned the nurse who had starved me. I was surprised to find out that it was my parents' fault. That they would deny the expenses to get me milk was not something I thought royalty would do. I mean, somebody had to know I was born. If I die of starvation, it could negatively impact them.

The dragoness looked me in the eyes and I looked at her too. I looked at her more in curiosity. Did she feel something from me? Most people couldn't, but maybe she was one of the few who could. All of a sudden she put on a face of determination, picked me up, and proceeded to breastfeed me. I looked up at her, grateful, before continuing. I wondered who had raised her. She showed the most undragonlike behavior to me and it was baffling. She helped a human child that was neither strong nor special. Of course, there were incidents of dragons helping humans, but to go so far as breastfeeding a human child. For me, it was unheard of. I committed her to memory as she was the first one to help me in my life. I'm sure someday we could be friends.

Over the course of the week, she would come and see me. She would breastfeed me twice a day. Often, she would just come to talk to me. She was a cute child and I knew from her actions that she was lonely. Maybe the only reason she breastfed me in the first place was because of that loneliness. It gave her an excuse to come. I empathized with her. I knew what she was feeling. I knew it would most likely not go away. The powerful are always lonely. That's why its good to stay normal. Not too strong and not too weak.

Presently, she's telling me how she has no kids. That stuns me as she is breastfeeding me. How could she not have kids. I wonder how its possible unless she used magic. Maybe something's wrong with her body. Someday I'll ask her.

She told me about her family, her relation to the king, and various things about the world. It was interesting information and it puzzled me that she would tell these things so seriously to a baby.

* * *

One day, Sarena told me she was going to leave. I was saddened by this, so I began to cry. The dragoness held me in her arms and cradled me for a while before laying me back down into the cradle and leaving. When she left, I felt alone. I cried out despite my sense of embarrassment; I'm not some child. I'm at least a couple millenniums old. I've always been emotional and I couldn't help it, so I continued crying until my throat got dry.

After a while, the nurse came in. She was visibly shaken. She picked me up, mumbling something about "first time seeing the king".

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