[ WP ] You were born with a large birthmark in the shape of a dragon . However , this is just a coincidence ; there is absolutely nothing magical about it , and you 're getting really tired of explaining this .

`` The mark... it is you!'' 
 
 I rolled my eyes. 
 
 `` No, it is most certainly not me. I swear, I am not the subject of your ridiculous prophecy. Yes, it slightly resembles a dragon, but maybe it's a lizard! And if you look at it from this angle it resembles a bird! I'm telling you this is a coincidence.'' 
 
 `` No. We have waited for this day for generations. You are here to liberate us.'' 
 
 I glared at him, his pointy ears infuriating me. His face was turning red with excitement, or frustration. He searched for the words to convince me. 
 
 `` The one with the dragonmark and the hair of gold will bring our people riches untold!'' 
 
 `` Well it's actually more of a dirty blonde, but that's beside the point. You and I do not know each other. To be frank, I could n't care less about your suffering. I'm exhausted of this damn birthmark and the crap it brings me. No. Do n't speak to me.'' 
 
 I stormed off, leaving the saddened elf standing wearily behind me. After three days of hard travel, I came to a village inn to rest. I sat down at the bar, and ordered a pint of hard ale. A grizzled old man next to me looked at the visible mark on my hand. 
 
 `` So you're the one they told of long ago...'' he began. 
 
 I was out the door before he could even finish. 
 
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 Edit: Wow! I do n't really do many writing prompts but this blew up... thanks for all the kind words and up votes!
