Prologue
"Hey, Mommy. What's this?" I asked.
I looked at the light brown snake. My parents owned a snake farm my whole life. We had all kinds of snakes on the farm, both poisonous and non-poisonous. I've seen so many species of snakes, but I've never seen one like this before.
"Mag! Get away from that!" she yelled.
"why?" the snake coiled.
"It's a King Cobra!" it struck at me.
The snake's fangs flared. They were further apart than any other snakes. It bit my arm.
"Preston!" my mom called my dad. "Mag's been bitten!"
"By what?"
"A King Cobra!"
My parents' voices were fading. My mom once told me they had a King Cobra on their farm, but it died before I was born. They've been meaning to get rid of it, but never got around to it. They were thrilled when it finally died because it's one of the most poisonous species of snakes, and they didn't wanna chance it with me. They decided not to get another one because of how dangerous they are.
"Stay with us, Mag," my mom said.
From that moment on. I was never the same.
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The Snake Queen
FantasyEverybody knows King Cobras are one of the most dangerous species of snakes. But it's a little interesting when their venom can give you magical powers. Sixteen-year-old Mag Packard was bitten by a special kind of King Cobra when she was seven. For...
