Born of Thunder's wrath and Tornado's fury, a prince shall rise.
Forged in the heart of tempests, crowned beneath the eye of the storm.
A king shaped by bloodshed, destined to cleanse the land of the vermin who dare cross his path.
The crowned drake of ice and sand, a harbinger of war, shall dance upon the battlefield, his talons dripping with chaos.
His crown will sit light upon his brow—yet the weight of his deeds will crush him.
For guilt is heavier than gold.
Unless the serpent of salvation slithers forth...
Unless the savior snake dares to defy him.
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Wings of fire: The chosen fang.
FantasyA story im continuing off of an old WoF oc i didnt get to write an official story for. Its based off of the life of sandmite who was born to a queen and a peasant from different tribes, and found a new tribe called "SnakeWings" they have such small...
