As all stories start, we are greeted by the heroine of our story...

  Maal Xar, a draconian who is 58 years old. He lives alone in his small, rickety, dark wood hut in a murky, foul-scented swamp called the Wetlands. A rancid oder permeates the air there, where no human truly wants to tally for long. He loves his home, despite everything. He made it himself, after all. Of course though, the entire story isn't just about this hut and him, but instead, something will happen that'll change his life forever.

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  The door creaks open and a black, winged silhouette houses the old dilapidated door frame. It steps forward to reveal, it's him. Our protagonist, and future savior of life, blight on the skies; It's him. Maal Xar. Maal Xar has red, maroon eyes, red scales, and has a humanoid body. His black curled striped horns look sharp enough to peirce the sky into 5 separate pieces, and tail edgy enough to cut people on. This draconian is a level way above humans, goblins, kobold, and a lot of other things, which is why he will be chosen as the man to save life.

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  He lies down onto his old, worn cotton bed to rest, and doze off. This marks the last day of his regular, mundane life.