Apparently, you weren't taught good manners if you are reading this!
Well then.
I was born in 735 С.Д., in the clan Igg-Child, more precisely among those branded by shadow.
When I turned 16лет, I began living in the temple of darkness; there I studied and later achieved such holiness that I can now transform into a dragon. Days passed, centuries flew by *the chronicle continues* after 376страниц you found information about the prophecy of the dark moon, when the world will be ruled by one whose name is shrouded in gloom; he became the king of the dead, burying his teacher, but that one returned, yet he has no power, an ancient one will help him... the subsequent pages were torn out, actions?
