When I was born I was the smallest one. They called me the runt. As I grew up I stayed small but I was also weak. Now they call me the weak runt In my teen years, all the other teens began to train to protect the land we were given. I was left with the pregnant women who vowed to protect me. I had enough I began to train alone. I slowly but swiftly built up my own power and strength. I used my height as an advantage and my appearance and size as a weapon When the Princess of Alphas come for a visit she caught my eyes as well as the eye of many suitors. Will the princess of Alphas love a weak runt like me or will my secret training pay off?
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