Ok, A little about me then? Well, lets start at the beginning of my 
past life, a good place to start yes? Ok.

     The first thing I can remember is feeling trapped, confined in a 
small space, no air, and dark as ebony. I knew I had to get out, so I 
tore at the wall nearest my head with my beak, and air and light flooded 
my eyes for the first time. Something was nagging at the back of my mind,
something I couldn't describe, only that it was telling me that this was 
wrong, that I shouldn't be HERE, but onwards I continued, my lungs greedy 
for this new air so rich with oxygen. I head a soft voice, soft, but 
edging me on, helping me out of my barracade. Finally, I was out of my 
enclosure and in an amazing new world. I was wet, weak, but the voice that
had helped me out of that hell was taking form as a rugged young man, only 
about 17 or so, and this human was holding out some very wonderful 
smelling meat, aware of my hunger for the first time, I snatched it 
greedily from his hands and was upon it at once, tearing into it with my
young teeth. All the while, the feeling of it being wrong was stuck into 
my mind, but I was so Hungry! Steak after raw steak I devoured, until 
finally I was full. Now I took time to take a survey around me. I gazed 
around and noticed hundreds of people, all staring at me some looked as 
though they might pass out, some already had. Keeping close to the one who
helped me, I continued my venture around the encampment. behind me was a 
shell, empty and badly broken, on top of some very warm sands. The man 
laughed lightly and said to me "thats right fella, ye've come from that
 egg. My name's D'mor, what be yuirs?" I loked at this young man, 
wondering how he knew my name, or even that I could understand him, and 
then, I replied very quietly, but all heard me as I replied instinctively
 "I am Tjaleth, I am the future"

     Over the next few weeks, I learned much about life and what I needed
to survive, hunting, flying, and fighting were taught to me, but I had 
known all these things instinctively, although the humans gave me help 
and tips along the way. That is, the humans that would dare to come near 
me, I scared much of them, especially at the rate I was progressing, I 
was already taller than their largest huts. the thought of something being 
wrong was still there, but fainter now, for what could be wrong! I had 
many people around me, all nice despite their initial fear of me, and 
D'mor and I had become good friends, and I felt indebted to him for all 
he had done for me. However, I felt it odd that we were constantly moving, 
and that despite D'mor's assurances that there we others like me, I was 
the only dragon among these travelling band of gypsies, these were good 
times, and I remember them most vividly out of my life. However, what 
goes up has always proven that it comes down, even the great sun sisters
fell from the sky after their 16 hours of light.  Some time after the 
third year of my initial birth, things started happening.....

     We had just stopped by a lake that day, it was hot, so D'mor, I, and 
the rest of the people there -now I knew called the Mit-she'ka, a band of 
travelling gypsies- decided to take a nice mid-afternoon swim.  We left
the carts of our lives close to where we were at, and ran towards the 
shimmering lake, it was so warm. I dove in first, far to the bottom to 
check for anything that could be hostile, as I have learned to identify,
then I cam up and gave the ok sign, shooting out of the water, doing a 
loop, then dove back in. With that, the people cheered and ran towards the
water. The adults were talking casually, while I, now accepted and not 
feared, played with the children in shallower waters. Suddenly, I heard a 
low rumbling off to where we had just come from, I bugled out a warning to 
the men, then rose out of the water to see what was coming towards us.  
From my height over the trees as I took off, I could already see a cloud
 of dust making its way towards us quickly. I came back down and told 
D'mor of what I had seen. He then gathered the women and children and 
sent them to the opposite end of the camp. I was puzzled why he would do
such a thing. Why would anyone want to hurt such carefree, wonderful
 people? He explained that other people were not like the ones I had grown
 up with, and so we were considered radicals by leaders and forced to 
travel the continent. While we entertained, we were also picked upon,
constantly being robbed as we traveled from city to city, often people
had taken ours and sold them into slavery. That is one of the reasons 
everyone was so happy I was with them, as they did not like to fight, but
knew they needed protection from those who would try to harm them.
 Well needless to say I was confused about human nature about this, but I 
was apalled that humans could treat others like that. So, I went with 
D'mor to greet the oncoming people, either with hostility or hospitality 
ready, and waited for them to come. We saw the dust getting closer....

     When the dust had cleared, we saw those who had rode in on it, almost
100 strong by what I could tell, and all armed to the teeth. Their leader 
came forward and and spoke with our leader in hushed tones I could not 
understand at first, even with my heightened hearing, but as the 
conversation beame more heated, I picked up every word, and I knew then, 
blood would be spilled on the sands that were so shortly ago home to 
nothing but joy.  The leader of these hostile men went for his sword and
killed ours, with this action, the fighting had begun. We charged, but our
first line was taken down entirely with archers before we reached the 
group. We would have been outnumbered 2 to 1, but I kind of evened out the 
odds. Fighting with both instinct and training, I ad cut through their 
ranks, scattering a few of the newest members by scaring the wits out of 
them, I saw them flee but did not pursue them, I had to focus on keeping
my family, my home, safe from these intruders. I went from spot to spot, 
either flaming a group of them or tearing at them with my claws if one of 
my people were there. For the first time in my life, I had felt that I was
actually complete, despite the fact I was taught killing was never a good 
thing, I was going on instinct and instinct was telling me that all that I 
saw should be lying down dead or bowing to me and all dragons in homage. I
was so confused, but it felt so right, so I fought on. After what seemed 
like an eternity the fighting had stopped, and all of those who had 
attacked either ran away or died at our hands, but there were our own 
casualities we had to see to, many good men died that day, none of them 
deserved the end the fates had cast to them. I felt horrible, so I went to
D'mor's tent to talk to him, he had always helped me when I was confused.
Only when I got to his tent, I was greeted with dismay instead of comfort.
Several clinics and healers were working over his body,crying out demands
to the awaiting servants. One noticed me enter and shooed me out of the 
tent, he spoke to me softly, saying "he 'as been hurt badly, but we are 
doing all we can to save him, wait here, I'll tell you when I am done."
And wait I did, for as long as what seemed to be several eternities,
until finally, when the 5th moon was full, they all walked out of the tent
slowly, wiping away sweat, or what I had thought to be sweat. The Cleric
came up to me and started slowly, "I'm sorry, he... I've done all I could 
for him." he turned and walked away. I flew away from the camp to the 
other side of the lake, and for the rest of that night and for nights 
years and years after, I wept myself to sleep.

     The next day, I aproached the elders and declared I wished to leave.
They said they did not want me to go, but could not hold anyone against 
their will, but first they had to tell me a story before I left, a story
set in a time shortly before I was hatched, and then they would beg for 
my forgiveness, quietly, I sat down as the head Elder recited the tale...

     "Several years before you hatched, we were still a wandering tribe,
only with no weapons and very little money, and were picked on where ever 
we went. Now, one day, a rutheless warlord, the same as the one you saw
had caught us off guard and threatened to kill all of us if we didn't 
swear our allegiance to him and his army. We regretfully accepted, and 
did many things that gave all gypsies a bad name among soceiety, giving 
all we worked for to him, then one day he left with a full army of over a 
thousand men, claiming he was going after the "ultamite weapon". We hadn't 
heard from him until a week before you had hatched, he came back with only
ten men at his side, all wounded, and carrying his ultimate weapon. And do 
you know what this wapon was?" His voice stopped for he was having trouble 
finding the words.              "That weapon, is you."

     He let out a deep sigh and continued with his story.  "He told us an
amazing story of breaking into the Dragon of the Universe, Tiamat's very 
own castle and stealing on of the guardian eggs. Your egg. They had 
carried it back all the way here, being followed constantly by the dragons.
He demanded we take the egg and teach you how to fight, he wanted you for
his army, but he was still being chased by your kind, we agreed and he 
left, promising he would be back for you in three years. Well about six 
days later, you hatched, and we decided to teach you our way of life, not
his. We wouldn't have even taught you how to fight, had we not thought you
would always need to defend yourself. Anyway, we thought he was killed, 
until he came back today, just as he promised, for today is when he gave 
you to us. Only thing was, we did not want to give you up, you had become 
too much a part of our family, our lives. Obviously, he objected to it and 
declared war on us. without you, we all would have died....."

     With that he cleared his throat and settled back into his chair, 
leaving me to fully absorb this information. After a while, I spoke to 
him. "I thank you for this information, now I have more reason to leave 
you. I will go out and find the place where I truely belong, then I will 
send for you all, my family, to be re-located to a place where you can 
settle down and be treated like the wonderful people you all are. I love 
you all and thank you for being with me, I will always remember you."
With that, it was over, and I walked out of the tent, paid my last 
respects to D'mor, and launched myself into the warm afternoon sun......