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. ----- 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. ----- (PS: cover is not mine, CTTO) ----- Special Thanks to my editor Usha, I have an easy time writing the novel. ----- My discord Id: Heavenlyknight#1107 -----