Legend Of The Saint Dragon
My name is Arthur, not the legendary king, just a village young master.
I am a handsome boy with sharp and defined features. Diamond-cut face with dark pupils and straight eyebrows. The pale skin stood in contrast to my dark hair.
I have a warm family, a lovely girl, and a village to protect.
Mother calls me Kanha, which means mischievous that I bought with my actions.
Father calls me Art.
Ava calls me Big Brother.
Young Master by Claire.
I am brave, calm, and astute in danger. Helpless of the nightmares.
I am strong, kind, ruthless, and prone to beauty.
People called me blessed just because I have everything. But do they know everything?
If they knew nightmares included in everything, they would not have said that.
I have no idea where they came from, but they started when I was 10.
They are subtle, scary, beautiful, informative, perplexing, and persuading.
Confusing, isn't it? I can give you an example. They persuaded and made me incapable of killing.
I can guess what you are thinking. How can I live without killing in the blood-filled world?
Well, It is a long story, impossible to explain in a few thousand words.
It is not a story of becoming the Saint Dragon but the story of realizing the Saint Dragon.
It is a legend of a Saint Dragon whose lore spread to the furthest corner of the world.
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Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. And any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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(PS: cover is not mine, CTTO)
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Special Thanks to my editor Usha, I have an easy time writing the novel.
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My discord Id: Heavenlyknight#1107
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