Reincarnated Monster

Truth be told, my guest, I didn't always have this streak about me. And no, I do not mean the kind of streak where you possess a flattering, distinctive mark. I mean the kind of streak that allows you to eat someone... or something. Yes, that kind—an angry streak.

I should mention that I am an Astlan dragon of the older generation.

Surprised? You should be. After all, most dragons are not known for being very communicative or, for the most part, intelligent, especially in these lands. They are creatures of might, instinct, magic, and gluttony—if you care to listen to those callous human gossips. And trust me when I say that the rumor about dragons being gold-hoarding snobs is untrue, though we do like a little sparkle from time to time. Still, there are exceptions to every rule, and I am one of them—though my case is, to say the least, unique.

You see, before I was reincarnated as a dragon, I was human. Strange as it may seem, I retained all my memories from my human life, along with any intelligence I’d managed to accumulate. There are many different classes of dragons and distinctions between them, but that’s a topic best saved for later.

Now, on to the reason for my mean streak.

It’s quite simple, really. Years of fighting other baby wyrms, fully grown dragons, and facing countless challenges have given me this impatient, mean streak.