I was born in The Garden. Although, you wouldn’t have thought that from how it looked.

A dark depressing landscape of shadows and rock, barren of life, devoid of light.

Nothing but the rotten creatures of darkness lived there. Shadows that festered and feasted upon memories that the lands once held.

These were the lands I grew up in.

Us Dra’gal, we lived in the darkness, in caves and alcoves, hidden from sight. Hidden from the predators that sought out what remnants they could feast upon. It was hardly a life, but it was the life we knew.

Ever since I was a little Kitt, I was a curious creature. Always exploring, adventuring. Much to the dismay of my parents. But I couldn’t just stay holed up. I wanted to see what there was. Because there had to be something out there, far beyond the arches of stone.

One day, I ventured out a little further them I normally did. The brave little Kitt I always was. I pranced and pounced, far out of sight of my clan. And as I was hunting through the shadows, I fell.

Down.

Down.

Down.

I tumbled and fell, through the shadows and webs, before sprawling upon the dirty floors of some cave.