Land of Discord Chapter 1: Who am I? I am Hal Trixija
Imported from SF2 with no description.
You know my name already. My name is Hal Trixija. I am a 21 years old biology student who happen to know a lot of thing I mentioned above. Pretty decent for a protagonist of an action fantasy story, right? That's the problem.
I may look like a human being, but I am not. Yes, I am a redhead with a flaming red hair on my head and decent olive skin and lean body. I am 6'2 in height, so not too high, but not too short. I live in this decent little town called Orwallis where there is a university in a middle of a forest. What's special about this place? It's a harbor town, directly facing the sea. The sea is great, but of course, being in a story of a world full of mythical creatures can feel weird if you are not going on an adventure yourself.
Just so you know, I am a Hidden Beast myself. My dad's a draconian, but my mom's a Magus. My DNA started to shift to my dad's genetics when I reached 12, with my eyes becoming like a dragon and I grew horns on my head. My face does not look reptilian yet, but my teeth are sharp…well, at least until my 15th birthday when my lips started to become wider like a reptile, which made it looked like I have a stupid Glasgow grin (I don't even know if Glasgow existed in this world). My problem is not that I looked half-monster, but my magic I inherited from my mom.
While we are civilized enough, our world is not as safe as yours. Dangers lurk everywhere outside the town's perimeters, and thus we weaponized our magic to combat them. I am no exception. I can conjure some items from a shared dimensional magic, but to conjure complex things like a tech is dangerous and exhausting. This magic is suitable for military, but alas, I am not into it. I mostly used them to defend myself when I was out hunting per my Mythar instinct, but that's it.
Then there is my sex life. Yeah, like I said, no one mind if you are half-transformed like me, but one things are girls got turned off: my dick. Just how? I have so many girlfriends who loved to have a good fuck with a Mythar but come on! My exes always give me the same shit: you don't look Mythar but your cock looks too Mythar. Well, transformation can be a dick sometimes. You'll never know which part of your body is transformed. My dick has fucking ridges like a draconian already, and my balls are covered in scales! Hey, my legs aren't even draconian yet, so why is this happening to me?! Does this mean I must look completely draconian before I can get laid? Just what is wrong with those ladies? Even Mythars and Animas don't want to go out with me.
Nevertheless, I don't want to think too much about it. My life is at it is, and I concentrate with my lessons. Yeah, of course, that was before my normal life got turned upside down when a fellow Mythar came to me and propose me a bizarre adventure that changed my life, and quite possibly the world.