I was born a very long time ago, in the old world. My mother was a human and my father was a dragon. My mother belonged to a cult of dragon worshipers. They believed that dragons where the gods incarnate, and thus used her as a concubine for a dragon they had bargined with in order to create what they would believce to be a demi-god. And I wish I could tell you they were right, but gods are no more than mortals who have gained longevity and accended to greate heights. But they believed my birth to be a failure and instead intended to use me as a tool in their worship. After years of being cut and bled onto seeing horific sights of people being used as sacrifices both willing and not, I met a young girl outside my cage. Unfortunetly being who I was I did not know how to talk. I could only cry and shout, not that I did. That girl continued to vist and began to play the same song over and over, no it was not annoying or torture, it became my light my hope. A few years later as I learned the common language in ceremonies, but still didn't talk to her. Until one night there was a commotion and an explosion. the only thing I can remember about the rest of that night was thnking the girl for her song and being rescued by a stranger wearing the mark of a witcher. I would later become a witcher myself, not as a mean of revenge or in lew of the person who saved me. But because I was good at it, turns out being half-dragon was good for somthing.I became the Shining Rookie and was offered a posistion on a boat to the new world on their first exposistion. That was how I became a witcher and traveled to the new world. Sorry if this was a little short im not one to hold onto too many things or politics so most of this has been lost to time, that tends to happen when you are over 1000 years old. Only 3 things matter to me, The present, My job and That song. Although being here at the acadamy is starting to make a fourth, Companions.