Introlude **Special Chapter**

The year is 608 and I was born into this world in the year of 598

It took me a while to learn why they started counting 600 years ago; from the history lessons I was forced to take, it seems it has to do with when the great meteor struck 600 years ago, wiping out 80% of the population.

Those who remained alive had the meteor's radiation infect them and their living souls (While I'm still not entirely sure what this is ). I think there might be a better answer, but it links us with the ability to use elements of nature.

I was cursed with using fire spirit reathing but working at the capital, I haven't summoned up fire in years as it's looked down on for being dangerous, and the way our species is seen, that's the last thing im supposed to be doing.

I spent most of my early life confused and stuck in a mental void, unable to wrap my thoughts around my death.

To this day, I still suffer from severe PTSD and find it hard to trust anyone.

I have, at times, even though my own parents in this world meant me harm.

While they seem loving and caring, I have come to realize I am a political pawn for them.

Maybe it was some wild twist of fate or that if a god does exist and thought to make a cruel joke of myself.

Back in my past, life called me Elizabeth, and I was always called a Lizard due to my orange hair and my name having the cogitation of Liz in it.

Now to be reborn with all my memories, including the horrifying end that I met at that demon.

Just to be reborn as a Lizard-human hybrid.

I have Green infused scales going up my legs and arms with orange-like hair going from the top of my head down my back.

My eyes burn a harsh Emerald glaze that bleed into red when I get angry.

My hands, head, chest, and feet are all human-like minus sharp claws at the edges of my hands.

I also learned a couple of years ago I could breathe underwater by falling into a lake on accident.

But that's for another story.

Yawning as I crawl out of bed, Mother and Father both sporting the same design as myself, just much taller and with tails that stretch 2 feet while mine is only a couple of inches.

My parents worked with the kingdom under the guidance of the first lord but worked more in line with the political landscape and helped delegate the cash flow and general tax rate on all goods and services for the 3–4-year period.

I keep a smile on my face as I meet countless other people from different races who come to offer yearly payments to the kingdom, and where my life became interesting during my 11th birthday when I saved the King from assassination.

My birthday at 11 years was nothing special, but I did begin to hear rumors about myself attending the Academy in a year.

While I would find some worth in getting away from the capital, I don't see any benefit in separating myself from current responsibilities that revolved around handling tax documents for the King along with 4-5 other young scholars.

This was more of some test program the lords were running to see who could be good at fast math and setting up good trade routes in the future.

Having lived my entire life once already, I went through enough schooling to grasp the basic system they used.

Most of this math is child's play and just has common division and adjusting for percentages.

Since it was my birthday, I was allowed to slack off on my duties and ended up finishing later than usual, right around 11:00 PM.

To my surprise, the King's Quarters were still open, the citadel walls anchoring with crenelated tops with the King's doors stretching at least nine feet tall.

I see none of the King's guards present who would routinely be on watch during any time the King is in his chambers.

I decided to go check on the King and drop off my paperwork before calling in for the night.

When I walked into his office space, that's when I noticed a large scuffle had taken place.

Three guards lay in a pool of their own blood, soaked in a black liquid, and their eyes burnt out.

I rush into the King's personal bedroom and see some ghostly figure staggering 10 feet tall, holding the King by his neck.

The site of this gives me flashbacks from my previous life, and I have a meltdown, and everything fades to black.

When I come to, I'm standing overtop a large man with his chest cavitary caved in and his face burnt and melting as his eyes show terror before the essence of life fades away from him.

**End Special Chapter**