This is the side story of the dragon's fang in their childhood. I'm still working on it but I just wanted to release the first chapter to see if it's looking well.
Please have fun!
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As his hands burned from the cold, the little kid crawled from the snow gritting his teeth, cursing the men who left him beaten up. His blood painting the pure white a bright crimson red, the kid looked up to the sun and smiled.
"Haughty idiots…" His giggles got masked by the screaming winds, "winter is almost over. I just have to hold for a bit longer." He encouraged himself as he stood, his frost-bitten fingers drew something from the midst of snow. A dead chicken and a small pouch filled with rice.
The kid slowly crawled to a nearby shed where he hid, his teeth grinding against each other and his arms shaking uncontrollably. He could barely feel them and there were already blue and purple.
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How did you feel about it? Was this a good start?