[ 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 .

`` There is fuck all special about the birthmark'' said Draco, trying to keep composed as he walks by an old man emanating child-like excitement. The shape of the birthmark was definitely the shape of a dragon. Draco could n't possibly be the chosen one to tame the beasts and bring peace to the land reassuring himself of the impossibility. 
 
 As Draco is walking home to his house deep in the Forrest he trips on a rock and cracks his forehead. He wakes up 2 days later in his own bed. `` You're awake!'' his mother said. `` We found you 2 days ago passed out on the trail to the house''. Draco felt weird. A good kind of weird. He looks down at his body and he is shredded to the gills and grew some chest hair. `` Mom, I am the chosen one'' he whispered. `` Then you know what you need to do'' she said. 
 
 Draco gets his equipment and his horse ready to make the trip to the dragon lair to confront the queen of all dragons. Before he even begins his journey the queen of all dragons shows up at his house. Turns out that Draco was n't the chosen one and still the same timid boy he had always been. With one swipe of her claws Draco was rag-dolled as his mother stood in horror and regret. 
 
 THE END 

