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I lost the Night Pearl, and I dared not go home. As the sun began to set, I mustered my courage and walked inside. The yard was empty, not a soul in sight.
I cautiously ran to the room, and just as I was about to push the door open, I heard a furious roar: "What are you doing here!" It was the Dragon King's voice.
I froze in place, too scared to move. " dragon father," I stammered.
"How dare you still call me dragon father!" dragon father strode over and kicked me in the chest, sending me crashing against the courtyard wall.
"All you do is eat and laze around! If you dare to run off again, I'll throw you off Snake Mother Cliff to feed the snakes!" The Dragon King spat on my head before walking away.
My stomach hurt terribly, and I felt so wronged. Holding my belly, I stood up, my legs still trembling. I endured the pain and walked into the kitchen, where I leaned against the corner by the firewood pile and tried to vomit, but nothing came out.
Standing on a stool, I leaned over into the water vat to drink. I felt like I had drunk too much; surely I'd be sick again soon.
I prepared a medicinal dish and brought it to dragon father and Dragon Mother's room, standing by and waiting. My brother was wrapped in a large piece of floral cloth, with only his rosy face showing.
His face was small, with eyes, nose, and mouth all petite.
"Wang Long, what are you doing standing there?"
Dragon Mother looked at me coldly.
I stared blankly at my younger brother, my eyes wide open.
I really liked my brother.
"Dragon Mother, my brother is so handsome."
"Handsome or not, he's not for your eyes."
Dragon Mother picked up my brother and gently rocked him in her arms.
My brother stuck out his tongue for a moment before quickly retracting it.
His tongue was thin and long, split in two like a snake's tongue.
I touched my own tongue; it was the same as my parents', but different from my brother's.
I felt a bit disappointed.
I wanted to have the same tongue as my brother.
I wanted to see my brother's tongue again.
I continued to stare blankly at him.
"Wang Long!"
Dragon Mother slammed the bowl down on the small table with force.
"If you dare have any bad thoughts, if even one hair is missing from your brother, I'll make you pay!"
I had no bad thoughts; I just wanted to have the same tongue as my brother.
I wanted to speak, but looking into my parents' fierce gazes, I couldn't utter a word.
I lay on the bed, feeling itchy all over.
I thought there might be bugs in the bedding or that a hole in the window let something in to bite me.
I couldn't stand it anymore and got up to scratch my arms in the corner of the room.
I scratched my skin and drew blood.
It felt as if I had pulled something off, but I couldn't see it.
I touched it again and felt a hard, smooth object.
I squeezed it tightly, trying to pull it off.
But as soon as I applied pressure, pain shot through me, and I cried out.
I dared not touch it again.
The next day, when I woke up, the itching had subsided.
I looked at my wrist and saw a pale green, half-oval hard piece, about the size of my thumbnail.
It had already fused with my skin.
Is this Dragon Scale?
But isn't it said that members of the Dragon Clan can only transform into dragons after living for a thousand years?
It has been passed down in our clan that ten thousand years ago, the Flame Dragon Clan angered the heavens and had their powers sealed, existing in human form for millennia before they could transform into dragons.
I didn't know what this was, and I didn't want to tell dragon father or Dragon Mother.
They would kill me.
I decided to keep it.
To prevent Dragon Father and Mother from discovering it, I found something to cover that spot.
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