The Story of Dhanvanthri

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To Live By Your Own Code

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"I don't understand," Dhanvanthri said, hands clenched tightly into fists by his side. "I listened to everything you've told me to do, I've done nothing to disobey your whims, so why did you have to touch my things?"

"Why? You're asking why, you little brat?" The old lady who raised him, her name was Matilda or something, gritted out. Dhanvanthri looked up at her, straight into her eyes, knowing that every time he saw his eyes she would feel uncomfortable. Matilda didn't take it well, she was smart enough to know that the child was provoking her.

"If you didn't reject the Drissela Young Miss, we would be better off right now!" Rufus was the one who shouted, he was the old man who 'raised' him alongside with Matilda. He didn't just stop there, "We have raised you for four years now, every penny you've touched or used was given by us! Yet you can't even repay us with entertaining the Young Miss?"

Raised? What a joke. If Dhanvanthri was a normal child without his memories from another life, he'd be dead several times over by now. And they wanted him, a four-year-old child, to entertain the Drissela Young Miss that had taken fancy to him? She was eleven years older than him!

This wasn't something as simple as taking fancy, she was an outright pervert.

"The Drissela Young Miss is eleven years my elder," Dhanvanthri explained calmly. "I am neither fit nor willing to entertain a woman who is much older than myself. Prostitute yourself off to someone if you're so willing to slut me out for fame."

Matilda shrieked, "How dare you!" And with a movement quicker than he could move, Dhanvanthri was struck in his cheek. The slap caused a stinging pain in his face, but no fear, right? This couple of psychos knew he had abnormal healing abilities, nothing would be seen by the time he wakes up the next day.

"She just wants you to be her toy for a day! You're nothing but a money leech, I've raised you since your birth so you should've just accepted it!" Matilda continued to rave. Dhanvanthri clenched his fist, he should just murder these two people. He didn't need to take this, what was the worst that could happen? The Emperor coming to find him?

Any authorities who come find him for murder would realise he was a child of the imperial bloodline. His eyes were the hard and solid proof of that. Dhanvanthri unclenched his fist, he looked at the woman he would've called mother if she had actually treated him nice with a cold look.

"How dare you touch me." The words came out from his mouth before he could even control himself, but it felt different. The plates on the table shattered, making the couple jerk back a bit. They turn to him with wide eyes, staring at his face as theirs went pale with fear.

"Don't touch me ever again," Dhanvanthri spat out, ice slowly encasing the feet of this couple before him. Not long after, he turned away and shut the door of his room. Once he was in the safety of his own room, he covered his mouth. Bile rose from the back of his throat and forced him to choke it out, to his confusion, Dhanvanthri found a big clump fo blood laying on his palm. Fresh, red, and still warm.

"Does using magic make me in pain?" Dhanvanthri sighed. He tossed the clump of blood into the sink and washed it away, watching it drain down before finally shutting the tap off.

Dhanvanthri woke up. He was seven this year, seven-years-old and yet he was still dreaming of those things from before. He rubbed his forehead before pushing himself off the bed. His feet touched the cold ground but didn't even flinch, used to the temperature in this house. He walked over to the sink for his morning routine before finally leaving his bedroom.