(This is my first journal entry and I thought that I would do a story of how Blade joined the circus.)
Starvation, exhaustion, death's cold embrace. I have not found food in days before they found me...
My name is Blade. I'm a dragon. For as long as I can remember, I was treated like a sacred being. I was adopted by the Elemental clan. They thought that I was a king that would save the world. Well that is what they assumed when they saw my markings. They thought that I was the decendent of a great dragon that saved the world and that it was my turn. The clan gave me treasures and fancy food. They said that I would need to tap into my sacred powers as soon as possible. I never understood what they went. I only knew how to fly. One day the clan had found a younger dragon with similar markings. The elders discovered that this dragon had harnessed the powers that the sacred dragon is supposed to have. The elders had replaced me with this dragon. I don't blame them. This new dragon can help