Going to Help who, eh? (a)

"Am I mistaking him for someone else?"

A shocked voice sounded in the still and silent interrogation room when the recording played on the holographic screen, and the face of a young boy with brown hair with stray hair strands tinged with gold appeared on the big screen.

His once black eyes were now the brightest of gold, no less magnificent than the sun. His skin was fair and smooth, almost as if he wasn't rolling in the mud in a foreign place but enjoying a picnic in his backyard.

A smile of happiness and victory tinged the edges of his lips, and he stood tall and might, his body full of vigor, making him appear like the favored son of heaven, a dragon amongst humans. Wearing a simple set of clothes, he still looked better than most, not only because of his handsomeness but also because he was riding a dragon of some sort and thousands of beasts crowd around him as if he was their king!