Bab 295: Chapter 295 - A Thousand Shackles On My Wrists

Bound by chains sizzling from the flames of hell, a dragon lay resting in a range of mountains flowing with fire. The heat blossomed life, a dozen at a time, the heads of feisty dragons would crack out of their shells. Coddled in the warmth of their mothers' wings, the children grew with full bellies and love enough to spoil them rotten.

However, amongst these hatchlings, one child was often left neglected, for his father was chained by a thousand binds and its mother long dead. It would crawl and cry until some of the scraps left by the others would make it in through his razor teeth. Even then, he would be scolded and eyed, but thankfully, being a hatchling came with the privilege of not caring for people's mockery toward him.