My history, part 1

Well, after my father left, I realized how differently the other elvesss were treating me. I had alwaysss taken it asss just being different, or jussst how elvesss are at a young age. But I tryed to ignore how they treated each other, with sssuch love and ressspect. They treated me like I wasss a dangerousss creature. Like sssomething they tolerated but ssstill hated. Asss I grew, I grew more and more apart from them, ssspending more and more time alone, usually playing in the woodsss around my home. Climbing treesss, exploring cavesss, everything you should do with a companion. but i had none. At the age of 15, my mother finally told me who my father wasss, I underssstood, but wasss angry she did not tell me sssooner. I had been ssso confusssed about the way the othersss went about me, and I could have known the whole time. I guesss i should have not ignored the cluesss of being half dragon. I wasss more interesssted in fire then even the mossst dedicated pyro, I had never wondered why my finger nailsss were more like clawsss, and my teeth like a lion. I alssso had a general interessst in dragonsss, learning everything I could about them. Asss I took in the newsss, my mother tried to comfort me, but I hisssed, and threw her to the floor. I hisssed...and I hate myssself for it. I immediatly ran over to her. She wimpered and cringed asss I came near. The hurt in her face wasss emotional, and it hurt me more then any weapon. I held her, crying, telling her how sssorry i wasss for my sssavage action. She forgave me, and told me it wasss time for me to embrace my "curssse" "blesssing" whatever. She went into her room, and came out with a box. It wasss about 3 feet tall and 6 inchs wide. it wasss rectangular, polished, and covered in elven writing. She lifted the lid, and revealed a sssword, a greatsssword. It looked like new, flawlesss, with beautiful red runic writing on the jet black blade. It had a dragon cressst, and cut ruby in the bassse. I gaped at itsss sssplender, messsmerized. It wasss one of the mossst beautiful thingsss I had ever ssseen. My mother sssaid my father left it for me, sssaying it would help me realize part of who I wasss. I ssslowly reached for it, and grasssped it in my handsss. Asss I did, I wasss filled with a ssstrange feeling of belonging, for the firssst time in my life.

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> Well, after my father left, I realized how differently the other elvesss were treating me. I had alwaysss taken it asss just being different, or jussst how elvesss are at a young age. But I tryed to ignore how they treated each other, with sssuch love and ressspect. They treated me like I wasss a dangerousss creature. Like sssomething they tolerated but ssstill hated. Asss I grew, I grew more and more apart from them, ssspending more and more time alone, usually playing in the woodsss around my home. Climbing treesss, exploring cavesss, everything you should do with a companion. but i had none. At the age of 15, my mother finally told me who my father wasss, I underssstood, but wasss angry she did not tell me sssooner. I had been ssso confusssed about the way the othersss went about me, and I could have known the whole time. I guesss i should have not ignored the cluesss of being half dragon. I wasss more interesssted in fire then even the mossst dedicated pyro, I had never wondered why my finger nailsss were more like clawsss, and my teeth like a lion. I alssso had a general interessst in dragonsss, learning everything I could about them. Asss I took in the newsss, my mother tried to comfort me, but I hisssed, and threw her to the floor. I hisssed...and I hate myssself for it. I immediatly ran over to her. She wimpered and cringed asss I came near. The hurt in her face wasss emotional, and it hurt me more then any weapon. I held her, crying, telling her how sssorry i wasss for my sssavage action. She forgave me, and told me it wasss time for me to embrace my "curssse" "blesssing" whatever. She went into her room, and came out with a box. It wasss about 3 feet tall and 6 inchs wide. it wasss rectangular, polished, and covered in elven writing. She lifted the lid, and revealed a sssword, a greatsssword. It looked like new, flawlesss, with beautiful red runic writing on the jet black blade. It had a dragon cressst, and cut ruby in the bassse. I gaped at itsss sssplender, messsmerized. It wasss one of the mossst beautiful thingsss I had ever ssseen. My mother sssaid my father left it for me, sssaying it would help me realize part of who I wasss. I ssslowly reached for it, and grasssped it in my handsss. Asss I did, I wasss filled with a ssstrange feeling of belonging, for the firssst time in my life.
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