When I was five I had one stuffed toy I truly adored. I’d had it for a while – a gift from my Nanny on my third birthday. Back then I had a big fascination with dragons – both real and imagined. Mulan was my favorite movie because of Mushu the dragon back then. His go gettem attitude was something that I still admire today. For most of the movie he remained positive – but everyone has their set backs, and when it came down to it he was still a true friend.

I clung to Mushu on the most devastating day of my life – the day we all found out I was Magnus – not that it should have surprised anyone. The probabilities of my birth guaranteed I would be Magnus. My mother hated me from that moment forward. Mushu got me through the thick of it. Until my little stuffed dragon burnt in a fire I started while trying to save him from my bully of a roommate.

Mushu was never replace – I was an ward of the community. I was only given necessities – and a comfort object was not viewed as a necessity. So I learned to use other things to cope and comfort. Eventually, after I found the carnal pleasure of flesh it was the only comfort I took in others. And a tool I used to insure people didn’t get close to me. A lonely life but it was how I coped with rejection and abandonment. I’m getting better – but I still have a long ways to go.


Join me in the first installment of The Last Phoenix at Aspect – Outside the Club. Every Tuesday and Friday a new scene will be posted.

My name is Nox Sétanta. I am first and foremost a fictional character escaped from the mind of my creator AJ. In layman's terms I'm a magic wielding monster hunter born to my human mother and my Venatori father.

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