In the alleyways of Yiling, there was an abandoned child who did his best to survive. Everyday, he scoured for food and fought dogs who hurted him.
It hurts. Bites starting to bruise his already blemished skin as he curled into a ball and hoping to...
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"Welcome to Rowoon Kingdom, Zhuocheng-ssi and Yanli-ssi."
When Zhuocheng first heard those words after he woke up, he flinched violently enough for others to take notice of him.
He could see the familiar swordsman smiling across him, then to the elf, red cat and the black dragon looking at him with interest.
"Yanli noona..."
Then, a hand tapped his back, making Zhuocheng look to see the familiar face of his sister.
"I'm here, Zhuocheng."
He visibly calmed down then.
"...Where are we going?" He couldn't help but ask when he sees the unfamiliar town around him.
It seems they are in a carriage, an expensive one at that to be able to contain six people inside.
"We're going to the Royal Capital and have an audience with the King, little dragon." It was the elf who said that, making Zhuocheng visibly tense again.
...Did they perhaps do something to catch the eye of the King? Perhaps a crime?
Zhuocheng soon became restless, clasping his sister's hands as he tried to think of any possible reason there is.
"Relax, Zhuocheng-ah. The King won't put you in a guillotine so calm down." It was the black dragon who said those words.
How the hell can he calm down when they were just orphans days ago then they were about to meet the King of Rowoon?!
"But why does he have to meet us?" He couldn't help but ask, finding it suspicious.
No one can blame him, when he grew up in a place where pain and abuse were always present. No one can condemn Zhuocheng for his behavior.
This time, it was the red cat who spoke to them.
"Well, the birth of the dragons are worth being celebrated of."
Dragons?
Not one, but two?
Then that means...!
"Noona, you're a dragon too?"
Zhuocheng couldn't hide the excitement in his voice, happy that his sister was like him.
There, he finally sees the small horns on his sister's forehead. Having the same shade of violet.
Yanli ruffles his hair, quite happy too.
Back in the orphanage, the caretakers would often say that the two of them are not siblings at all, that they do not share a single drop of blood in their veins.
Growing in the orphanage means that the legitimacy of your birth is not known, Yanli and him were simply stuck together because they have the same black hair amongst the people whose hairlines are colorful.
