After years of pondering, after years of trying everything, this scroll was left with my egg and might contain the answers I've been looking for. As a dragon I'm bound to a human form until I reach maturity for my species. My parents aren't my biological ones and have raised me from my tyrant days, from the days I learned magic, and what dragon families jokingly call the darker times. I sat there dumbfounded by this piece of paper with a wax seal, that my foster mother swears up and down that niether her, an Orc who has lifted a car to find me, nor my foster father, an elf sorcerer who has studied magic for his entire life, can open.

My hands trembled as I reached for it, as this would have the answers I've been looking for.

"Go on... Open it." Bel my foster mother impatiently let out, as Korzair, her husband pressed a finger to her lips.

"Relax dear, this is intense for him as it is for us." He let out and then placed a hand on my shoulder, "Take all the time you need Tyrion, and no matter what that scroll says we are always proud of you."

My hands still shaking as their words didn't calm my nerves as I used my fingernail to remove the seal, as a faint glimmer of magic was given off, as it accepted my touch. With a moment I looked at the seal as it melted into nothing. My heart was racing as I began to uncurl the scroll as it was written in a text I didn't recognize as it didn't make any sense, it wasn't draconic, as both my foster father and I would have been able to read it. It wasn't orcish, elven, dwarven, or any of the other languages I learned in effort to prove my maturity to the seal. Spreading the scroll over the paper we all collectively sighed as we all tried to figure it out.

"Well Thanks Mom and Dad... it is a big bust, but I'm glad you were there for me..." I stated as my shaky hands began to calm down as Bel pulled me into her arms and then in an instant I felt a sharp pain in my arm, as Bel poked me with a small dagger and then splattered my blood onto the scroll.

"What the hell-"
Before words left my lips the scroll began to glow and my mother looked as confused about the knife in her hand and what she had done. The room filled with a white light until I couldn't see anything anymore and there was just me standing in a white void.

".... I see.... How well you have grown..." an ominous voice echoed out. As I opened my lips to speak.

'Not enough time.... young one... listen to my words... feel my magic..." I blindly did as it told me, as a warmth began to fill my very being. It was like the first time you feel the caffeine high, my heart raced, and my body began to shake.

"... Both your blood parents... loved you intensely... that it broke their hearts to give you up... it will warm their spirits to see how fine of a dragon you are to become... They have passed on... but the one's they left you with, are true friends of your parents... Bel's strong heart, and Korzair's Wisdom made suitable fosters for being fit to bear our name.. Go... you have done well young one... make our family proud..."

With a sudden jolt, I found myself with a new understanding of the world, Bel already has wrapped my arm in enough gauze to make a mummy envious, and Korzair's fingers on my neck making sure I had a pulse.

"I'm fine... don't worry..." I slowly peel myself from the floor as both parents were helping me up, "Did you guys see anything?" They both look at me puzzled and then I move towards the backdoor of the house.

"I have my answers... I'm going to break the seal now..." I opened the door and began to move to the middle of the yard as I knew how big my other self was going to be. My parents stared at me as Bel held onto my father as I began to channel the new power within me. A seal appeared beneath my feet and with one push it shattered and turned into dust which blew away by the magic I was channeling. It was painless but I felt odd, like being stretched, and flexed against my own will. My spell was pushing me onto all fours, my fingers felt wider, my finger nails thicker, my body weight I felt bloated at first, as the mass I was gaining was foreign.

My clothes disappeared into my form, as if tucked away for future keeping, as I felt new appendages form, large majestic wings, a long tail, and horns adorned my reforming skull. Scales replaced my pinkish flesh, as the color was unknown to me, as I could only feel, not see, my eyes almost sealed shut during the process, which in retrospect may have been for the best. Within a few minutes I slumped onto the grass as I could feel the fence behind me against my new tail, and my face not touching the deck so at least I didn't hit the house. I slowly got up, as I ached over the new me, almost like a newborn deer struggling to it's feet.

With a few blinks I was able to see both my foster parents staring in awe at me as Bel ran inside to grab something and returned with a large mirror and with a bit of focus I started to see my true form. White and Gold scales adorned my form, along with my eyes taking on a golden color but still with a black pupils, I did look a bit gaudy, but this is who I was meant to be. I did slowly circle around to get a good look at everything and then reverted back to my human self and ran to my foster parents and hugged them.

I sobbed into their arms uncontrollably as my parents were their best friends, both my biological parents had wanted a child so badly, to have it be their downfall. Biological Father died in combat, fleeing his homeland to ensure that my mother was able to make it here, she then died leaving me here, to go and find him. Mated for life, not wanting to live without the other and only one egg out of their clutch. It was a rather somber night as we all just sat in silence all saddened by the past and I both terrified and excited about my future.

Being the true heir of my father's homeland and being a descendant of the most revered dragon, being a Holy Dragon I have some mighty shoes to fill and my father's issues to resolve.