The first question that came to my mind, "Why was it always me? Am I cursed or something?"

It has been a week since I got reincarnated, my previous life had been anything but happy and I never got any love from my family.

After receiving so much of it in such a short time, I can't possibly go back to the way it was. I got close to my new family, I never saw my father but my mom loved me, a lot. She felt like home. The world brought me to the peak of happiness and pushed me off, it hurts, more than I ever though it could. In this unfamiliar world I had no one to rely on anymore..

I scanned my surrounding, I was at a forest's entrance. I had to move forward to survive. I can't dwell on the past anymore, it's been 2 days and surprisingly I did not get hungry or anything inspite of crying my eyes out. The village was burnt to the ground and even the dead bodies of the dragons were turned into ashes and blown away by the wind.

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I saw the face of the human who killed my mom and I swear I'll never let him get away with it. Black hair, golden eyes, he had a longsword engraved with jewels that pierced my mother's throat. I was angry. So much so that I could feel the temperature dropping a few degrees, I was the descendant of those ice spitting dragons after all.

I remembered their attepmts at trying to make me laugh and that I would never see them again, the wind started blowing so fast that the tress were about to deroot and the temperature was so low that even breathing would be difficult.

I wiped away my tears, revenge will come later I don't know anything about this place, I'm scared but I have to and will move forward.

I was only a week old but I could walk, though it was a little difficult. I guess it works differently for humanoid, shape shifting dragons.

First goal: survival.