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First of all... he died. Exactly, sometimes it all happens different way, but his egg was abandoned due to some reason. Maybe cursed, maybe wrong, maybe someone killed his mother. Then apprentices of a magic school found the egg in their search for dragon eggs across whole mountain crest. And it became a material for a final exam of a mage. "The soul is such a stubborn!" - a mage concluded, making the hatchling not a lich, but alive one again. And this was the true beginning of his life.
Hatchling, Ptenchik, The Little One
The result of combination that mage's spells and the death case was looking not like a future fighter, and has several diferences from his kin. After all, there a tiny fae dragon appeared, vivid colored, green and yellow tones, with very bad, black, acidic saliva.
The mage who was the owner of the hatchling dragon had another dragon as well (in the roles of his apprentice and housekeeper), she became a nanny for the little one.
The dragoness was called Kamati - she had been a loyal, experienced assistant of one magician. Normally she did home chores and she had repelled negligent tourists and fans. Kamati is scary outside, but very good inside. She loves to use that to repel someone, and joking, and dancing.
When a war had started in the land where the mage lived, he sold his small dragon to a postal training center just after getting a call to the war.
Green
That training base was in mountains, near with a pine forest. All what the dragon remembers from the start of this part of life was training and work around that calm and quiet land. The training center was full of dusty cages, strong smells, and different permanent noises of animals. There have lived different small winged creatures: little dragons (cubs mostly), big insects (mutants and results of experiments), gryphons, harpies, chimeras. All whom local persons considered not very intellectual. Trainers and their supervisors are orcs and elves, they were first persons whom the dragon knew, and they were not evil, just always tired. Delivery tasks for all beginner couriers were located around that base first, then further and more further...
After entire training course the dragon was sold to one maritime company, they usually did routes between two capitals of two elven colonies. The Green had been lived several months near a dog pack in a port where ships were based for repair. There the dragon got several dog-like habits. Then he learned to read (to understand writings) during one too long pause between work flights.... And once, much later, he showed this skill accidentally, then a royal post bought the dragon from the transport company, just hearing and verifying that rumor.
Number 11
In the new job, at a northern capital, conditions were not very nice for the southern dragon, though food was really good. A dragons crew was always used for a "second sort" tasks: people considered their gryphons crew privileged and the best. People were taking care of that "best pack" much better.
At that time, this dragon did not have a name so far. There all couriers were working always only with numbers. The gryphons crew had numbers from 1 to 9. Number 11 was this green fae dragon, being second in his crew.
Once a gryphon Number Three and a small dragon Number Ten were working near, in parallel routes, with very important and urgent loads. The scaly one was slower due to a cold weather, even at his start of the travel. The young green Nr.11 did not know what happened there also, but from that day Number Ten did not return, and the green one was still Number Eleven, first in his crew, for a while.
Then that parallel was repeated, Number Three was flying with his feathered wings almost near Number Eleven. The gryphon suddenly approached and attacked the green faedragon in the air. They both were above a forest, trees made their falling a bit easier, even with their loads. It had been a battle for the life, when the dragon was forced to do what he did not want, at all. Though after Number Eleven bited an eye of the gryphon, all was ended. The dragon even managed to complete his delivery and to return at a base. Slowly, being damaged, but the courier was back.
Number 3
"The cursed green thing" from that day wore the name "Number Three" even being in the dragons crew. Dragons were afraid of him, gryphons hated him, people were upset after the valuable gryphon "ex-Number-3" was found partially eaten, and covered with something black and poisonous. The new green "Number Three" was forced to replace that fast and smart gryphon by himself at working routes. He began to get a better food, better care and living conditions... And he found out why the gryphons crew was so privileged: the quick feathered crew was performing most dangerous and responsible tasks with most short timing. Now the dragon was qualified for such works too.
And one of the next tasks was a big and important delivery for a war goal. Normally for such purposes several couriers were used in the same time, at duplicate routes, and the green "Number Three" already had been ready to fight for his life against a gryphon which will fly at the same route. But he was sent over there on his own, with a task to make the route twice with loads.
Orc handlers tied a big parcel onto the dragon's back toughly, they were not satisfied. "It will be a good atonement if this thing will die there" - "No, he is faster than that previous Number Three, he is very useful for us" - they were arguing before to release him.
At his way back, already without a burden of a large, hard, heavy parcel, "Number Three" suddenly found himself in a big storm above the ocean. Weird green clouds were very cold, and lightings there were green. That was a magic attack to a fleet which was going above Nr.3's route. The storm blew out the green winged creature away from the route. This was the start of the life at Vrek'mar land.
Chirp
There the dragon found an elf, similar to those elves who were always careful with him. The elf gave the dragon a name "Chirp" because of the only repetited sound in the dragon's trills. Chirp was a crazy loyal and overprotective guard around the elf, even when the name giver found another bodyguard.
Soon, after a defending of a castle there he got a title "Face Eater" - due to the way how Chirp attacked his targets. It was such a contrast with him those days - a being who trills like a bird, with tender, butterfly-like wings, with dog-like mania of bones, the short dragon had a size of a wolf, and no one was really ready to treat him seriously. Though Chirp ate several faces after that, and the situation changed...
To be more attractive as a person for the elf, the dragon studied how to speak (in addition to his usual wordless ways of communication), it costed him a lot, it was sounding in the result with a terrible trill accent, but he got the skill. With no expectable result though: the target person prefers humanoids to be better friends with.
Then the dragon gave away almost half of his scaleskin after shedding, and participated in risky experiments with his acidic body liquids to invent a way to shapeshift. In vain. Even being more similar to humanoids, the dragon was not so good for his elven friend. But he got a possibility to work more like the favorite of that elf, and found that the other bodyguard has completely other personality than the dragon. Chirp had been confused by that, trying to understand why him, being so useful, is less attractive than a demon with unexpectable motives.
The silly, sincere dragon started to learn skills of the friends: dancing (like the elf), and using swords (like the demon). In vain: the other two from the "odd pack" of him were focused to each other, the dragon was definitely the "odd man out" who can spoil their best moments easy. It seems that his friends were offended sometimes that the green guy interrupts their interactions and distracts them, or offers something active and useful for them three. But the dragon was too stubborn to give up: he had a weird kind of empathy, no experience of relationships, and he was very naive those days.
All new achievments of him were unappreciated by himself because they did not give him more positive attention of the friends. Even when Chirp did not stop his actions to keep all nice ladies and guys at distance from "his elf". Even when Chirp was trying to be "a good dragon", learning dragons' different types of philosophy and motivations. Chirp always was loyal to his "pack" in the form as he understood it: he chose 2 persons to be "his ones" - the elf and the demon, two contrast friends. The elf became his "Brave Bird", as the coolest small couriers were named, and the demon was named "Chief", as the postal trainers were called usually. In vain: the dragon lived like at another layer of the world. All the attempts to understand his friends better were ineffective: they did not try to do the same.
Once a crazy giant wyvern attacked Chirp to kill him. The acid dragon faced the dangerous foe who was acid, too, so Chirp's attacks were almost useless, until the green one managed to bite the wyvern's eye directly. Chirp's wings and head crest were torn away completely during that battle, but he survived after that (though he does not remember what forced the wyvern to go). That day all alchemists and healers of that village were glad to get many units of rare ingredients after Chirp crawled towards an infirmary from the forest to get assistance in molting (urgently - to recover his missing wings). The fact that he bited a healer assistant was not enough for all the others to start hating the dragon.
Then Chirp (with assistance of many other people, and through long months of interaction an barter with them all) presented a gift for the elf - a nice green vest made of Chirp's own scaleskin, to be always near with the friend an to protect the elf this way. Unfortunately, the item, being even enough nice to be the agile dancer's accessoir, was not used. The elf saw the dragon as a pet or friend (or an odd addition to normal days) - nothing other. Even when Chirp got a good saddle for himself, made in exchange for a long, long chain of hard deals and works - the elf was not willing to be a dragon rider.
The demon - who was the other bodyguard of the elf - was freed from his contract, and his nature prevailed over his memory and feelings for a while. The sincere dragon was watching the suffering two who were kinda parted and unhappy due to this, and the situation was not good for himself, too, because of his naive decisions to be a pack member for them. But the dragon's attempts to get the demon and the elf unified got him a hole in a wing from the demon, and a lecture about respect from the elf. And Chirp's conclusion after that was "it is useless to risk himself for the sake of others". Even if there's rather significant persons who don't want to consider him equal.
Langis
It all affected the green guy behavior not a good way: everything was vain. Even when the dragon grew up through hell of moltings and body changes (after a lot of training in attempts to grow faster enough to become a riding dragon for that elf). Even when the green scaly guy found his "pack" at another island after the previous one sank. Even after the dragon got there a new form, very similar to elves - he did not become a better one for the elf. Even when he found his true name there, in a battle against defenders of a destructive void rift.
But then Langis found out, finally, that he have already put too much efforts to get what will never be real for him. He simply was too naive and lone, founding himself at a strange land, and he did the wrong decision to consider those two as his pack. This conclusion lead him in a kind of angry depression for a while, but it gave him several advantages in process when Langis went far away from all the places he knew. The dragon got rid of his main fear (feathered wings and gryphons) after a fight against a gryphon in mountains, when the dragon was not in the best form to fight. He got the gryphon's feathers from wings and tail - he then decorated his vest with them.
In this solo adventure Langis got completely that he was already rather adult and independent dragon. He decided to be not pinned to those persons who don't need him so much as each other. He left them in the past, with all their preferences, and choose to find another path. A path to himself as a dragon, after all.
