My name is not The Red Dragon. I have never met my parents and they never named me. They had never spoken my name to me.
I had been born into slavery and only my slavers gave me a name. That name will not be repeated by me for as long as I live.
I have been named The Red Dragon by the 2-year-old Joy Shelley when I met her and when she and her father rescued me from my enslavers. Now she calls me ‘Red’ and I call her ‘Dragon Little’.
The Red Dragon is the name I love. It is the name I use. But it is not my real name.
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