Once upon a time, high in a cave on the side of a stone mountain, there lived a ferocious, magical fire-breathing Dragon. Below the dragon's cave, nearer to the village, there lived an honorable prince who came from a good and noble family. No one can say exactly how it happened - but one day, the Prince fell in love with the Dragon.
His family begged him and pleaded with him not to marry the Dragon, but he would not listen. They lived together for many years and one day, they had a fair haired, sparkly eyed daughter. Eventually, though, the prince grew weary of enduring the Dragon's rage - covered in claw marks and singed skin, he rode back down to his family castle, to heal and one day return for his little daughter.
Meanwhile the girl lived alone with her Dragon Mother, in her smoky cave full of fire and gold, treasure and magic. The Dragon was feared and reviled, known for burning down entire clans, melting villages – She blazed with an otherworldly fire which was terrifying. The Dragon Mother followed no one and feared nothing - her only guides were her instincts and the voices that spoke to her from beyond the veil. Few visitors came, but she demanded great deposits of treasure from any human she encountered - and was merciless until she got what she wanted. There was only one being for whom she'd lay down her fire: her human–fleshed daughter, who she protected in a mantle of scales and kept as her most precious possession. She reserved her fullest wrath for anyone who dared threaten to take her away.
One day, some years later, her father the King, came to bring his daughter to his castle, and live with him and his new human Queen. Her new family in the castle did their best to clean the soot from her face and smooth down her scorched hair. Over the years, she became accustomed to spending her time in both Castle and Cave; among human and beast.
When she walked among the humans in the village, with hair that stood up around her head like a crown of flames, barefooted and full of great visions - there was an awkward trembling pause. She looked soft and sweet natured, but how much of the Dragon was in her?
The Daughter had her mother's mystic abilities could feel their eyes on her and hear their thoughts... Some mistrusted her. Some wondered if they should fear her. Many would have been ready to throw mud at her – Were she to take the slightest accountability for her mother's ways.
Some thought they should rescue her – “you are one of us, sweet child – or nearly so. Disown your wretched mother and we will take you in – and you will be one of us – or nearly” ...the promise of a cozy belonging in the sea of nameless villagers, in exchange for her power.
What she chose instead was to walk among the people with her Mother’s mantle of scales around her, allowing their fear, and standing at her full height. With the power of Dragon's blood, and the refinement of the Castle, she served the people in great love by creating magical treasures for them: fine pieces of luxury fit for a castle, imbued with enchantment from beyond the veil.