Setting
Kira was know inside the castle looking around, she heard arguing from the guards, and walked toward them. Kira walked through the perfectly lavishly decorated halls, filled with expensive tapestry and exotic vases. She stopped in front of the wall hanging a picture of her Mother. This was the one thing her Father refused to let go. It was a reminder of what was. It almost made Kira puke to look around her, she hated all these expensive things...she hated being here. The walls were a luminescent gold color, with ornate designs tracing up and down them. Kira heard the music, and thought to herself, "I bet the Advisers found another gypsy girl". The guards saw her walking by and froze, "Young Lady, what are you doing here"?! Kira smiled gently at the guard who asked her,"Well, I was wondering what all the noise was"? Kira stared toward the door and walked toward it. The guards urged her not to enter,bu she refused. She opened the door and walked in closing it behind her. There she saw her cruel Father,and a person who she has never met before standing in the throne room.
He was going to throw up.
It was inevitable, really. He refused to do the task that was set before him, and he did not want to. Such side effects were to be expected.
Why should he give up his comfortable domain in the clouds? His natural state of existence, after all, was in the air. Why must he bind himself with the flesh and blood of the mundane? He was a dragon; an ethereal, prideful creature which owed allegiance to no man. The nature of the dragon is to transcend all things humane, to exist in a sort of trance-like state of being that all sentient forces of nature were also meant to take place in.
Perhaps it was because he wasnât a dragon. Not truly, anyways.
Admittedly, Trinity was like a dragon in every single way except for one. He wasnât born a dragon, he was simply created to be one. But except for that, Trinity partook in all other things that were considered âdragonâ.
He resided in Nila, the most dragon-friendly out of the lot of them.
He lived not in a storm, but as the storm, as only as lightning dragon was capable of doing so. He was one with nature; his rolling scales twisted and turned with the shifting heavens, lightning struck wherever he chose to descend upon the earthly plane, he was-
-definitely going to throw up now.
Trinity dropped from the sky like anvil, the sinuous twists and turns of his serpentine body straining futilely for flight, unable to keep itself airborne under the sudden onslaught of nausea. The dragonâs rather large form plummeted into the surrounding forests, skidding for the better part of a mile and uprooting a lengthy track of trees in its wake. Trinity managed to escape any form of road-burn thanks to the protective effects of his scaly armor, but suffered some bruising (he had been rather high up) and was regrettably even more nauseous than he had been previously, if that was possible.
Perhaps he was going to die.
The speculation had merit, after all. He refused to do the divine (was that the word for it?) duty he was created for, and as such it wouldnât be unreasonable to suggest that he could just as easily be un-created in the event of rebellion.
But that would be too merciful. It was more likely that the rock would simply force him into protecting it and itâs Holder from whatever forces were plotting them harm. In fact, as Trinity found his dragon form slowly melting away into one much more feeble, that was probably what it was doing at that very moment.
A human-esque figure was now sprawled in the center of trench where a dragon had laid only seconds ago. While Trinity was rather mortified by the forced transformation, at least there was some comfort in the fact that his pain had faded with his dragon-self. For now, he was fine, but that was sure to change if he didnât start paying heed to the call of the Destiny Stone.
Grumbling to himself, the golden-eyed âhumanâ clawed his way out of the furrow, forcing himself to drag his feet in which the direction the rock pulled him.
A soft light hit Kira's eyes from the direction of her bed, she noticed that she had received another gem. This time it was the color of a rainbow...it was so beautiful...so filthy...just like Kira. Kira wanted to puke...Kira was going to puke. Standing in rage, Kira grips the rainbow gem off her bed, and mashes it to the ground, specie of glass shatter everywhere.
She felt a sharp pain coming from her feet. Kira looked down to see that her feet were cut up by the glass,blood was dripping from the open wounds. Tears fell down her cheeks, as she laughed at herself,"How pathetic I am".
She looked at herself in the mirror, and for split second she saw...Her face. Kira smiled at the mirror,"Is this what you felt Mother? Every single day being trapped in this prison. Is this why you left me alone"?
She felt Eva glow,"Go ahead...Laugh...Tell me to just change my Destiny... Take away something". Kira laughed and rubbed her tired eyes, she couldn't believe herself. She was lashing out at a stone, this is an all time low. But...it doesn't matter anymore does it. What else could she do? She was a trapped butterfly, unable to fly.
Kira smiled sadly at her reflection. The sun beamed through her window, shining brightly on Kira. Kira smiled at the sun,"Are you trying to cheer me up"? As if in response to her statement, the sun shone even brighter on her. Kira looked toward her door, and smiled. "I'm already in trouble, so it isn't going to change anything if I go outside now". Kira gripped one of her sashes from her newly bought dress, and tied it around the door. "Now no one can come in".
Kira walked to the window,and was about too jump out of it, though realized she was in her formal dress. Kira quickly changed into a loose short-sleeved white shirt, and some jeans.
"Much Better". Kira couldn't stand those hard to move clothes, it always cuts off her blood flow.
Once dressed and ready to go, Kira jumps out the window,ignoring the fact her feet were still bleeding, and that it was the second floor. She landed on the grass,wincing in pain as he feet throbbed. Though she quickly ignored this fact and headed toward the forest.
Kira had been walking for a while, She was tired and her feet started to burn. Kira found a lake near for, and sat down at the edge of the pond. She dipped her hand inside playing around in the water. "How innocent...". Kira looked at the water, and all its purity. It was the exact opposite of her...it was pure. Kira started to remember the song her Mother use to sing, and smiled.
"I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now
Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh, I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
I still remember the sun
Always warm up my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Where has my heart gone?
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believe in everything
Lesu, Rex admirabilis
Et triumphator nobilis
Dulcedo ineffabilis
Totus desiderabilis
Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh, I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything
Oh, where, where has my heart gone?
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh, I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything
I still remember".
On the other hand, the bad news was that the rock was near. While this also meant Trinity could stop his mindless trudge soon, the last thing he wanted was to be the one sealing his freedomâs letter of execution. But there he was, dragging himself through the forest, metaphorically walking it up Hangmanâs Hill.
Trinity knew that when he saw the Holder it would all be over. Any last dredges of hostility would be crushed, and he would call her, âMasterâ. And while that wouldnât stop him from his own little forms of rebellion, any and all intentions to physically harm his captor would vanish like dust in the wind. In fact, heâd have to start dealing with the... urges.
The dragon finally reached a break in the treeline, literally cursing every religious entity he could think of at the moment, trying not to pay attention to his surroundings. Trinity marched, one foot in front of the other, but still remained as graceful as ever to people who didnât know him.
He knew she was there by the water. He wouldâve known even if she had been silent, but no, for some reason his Ma- the human wretch was filling the air with a harmonic melody.
Damn her.
Trinity was, to his internal horror, becoming lulled by the humanâs notes. Despite himself, he was becoming more relaxed, his stride loosening as he stepped forward. Trinity, not sure how much more he could take before doing something questionable, heaved a small breath of relief when she finally shut her mouth.
The draconic being stopped, then, a good six feet away from his target. Now it was time to say something.
âWench.â Ah, what an excellent opener.
âLook at me, but hold your tongue.â It was best to give the illusion he was in charge right from the get-go. Suddenly keenly aware of his aristocratic dress and appearance, Trinity plucked a painted fan from one of his sleeves, opening it with a snap and lazily fanning his face as he peered haughtily over it to take in his new... Master.
Hm.
Reluctantly, Trinity had to admit her appearance wasnât displeasing. Her looks were warm and welcoming, full of gentle curves and soft colors. Her expression on the other hand, betrayed a sort of distance that he couldnât quite place.
Hm, indeed.
The steady fanning came to halt. âThough itâs much to my reluctance, it would appear that we have... business to take care of, human.â
Trinity shut the wooden instrument with a clean flick of his wrist, proceeding to use it to point towards the place he knew the rock was hidden on her person. âYou.â He stated, looking her straight in the eye, internally demanding she lower her gaze in the face of his.
âAre the Holder of Destiny.â If he cared about her safety he probably wouldnât have said that out loud. But needless to say, Trinity most certainly did not, so he continued, withdrawing the fan to rest it against his chin.
Thunder rumbled in the distance. âBut do you know who I am, human?â
âLook at me, but hold your tongue.â It was best to give the illusion he was in charge right from the get-go. Suddenly keenly aware of his aristocratic dress and appearance, Trinity plucked a painted fan from one of his sleeves, opening it with a snap and lazily fanning his face as he peered haughtily over it to take in his new... Master. More in wonderment then fear, Kira stared at the "human". He was dressed in clothing you would know an aristocratic to wear, and his appearance... It seemed somewhat human, though it wasn't. Kira gazed at him with disbelief, yet with...amazement sort of say. He looked as if he was a celestial being...which he probably was now that Kira thought of it.
The steady fanning came to halt. âThough itâs much to my reluctance, it would appear that we have... business to take care of, human.â Her eyes grew wide in disbelief. What? Kira couldn't comprehend anything at the moment this...Celestial being was announcing that they had matters to attend. Not once in her life has she met anyone like him. Kira wanted to just get up and leave,but she knew that would be...rude, so she stayed and listened.
Trinity shut the wooden instrument with a clean flick of his wrist, proceeding to use it to point towards the place he knew the rock was hidden on her person. âYou.â He stated, looking her straight in the eye, internally demanding she lower her gaze in the face of his.
âAre the Holder of Destiny.â If he cared about her safety he probably wouldn't have said that out loud. But needless to say, Trinity most certainly did not, so he continued, withdrawing the fan to rest it against his chin. It took a moment for Kira to hear what he had said. Holder of Destiny. What does he mean by that? She stared up at him with a confused look on her face. She wished to ask,but thought wise she shouldn't. He seemed...irate at the moment...probably at her. Kira glanced down and saw that his feet were bleeding. Kira stole a peek at his face to see the uncomfortable look in his eyes. It sent...pain to her...Kira wished she could do something.
Thunder rumbled in the distance. âBut do you know who I am, human?â She jumped at the sudden clap of thunder, which made her laugh. Kira saw that he was know glaring at her, so quietly she looked down laughing. She spoke softly and with respect,"I'm sorry...It's just that I have never been...well scared before. So this is all new to me". Kira was always treated badly by others, but what he was doing...it was different. Unlike all the others they would talk to her almost as if they were giving her a sense of... falseness. But with him...he talked and treated her as if she was... at the very least something. He wasn't kissing up to her.
She saw again the pained expression on his face, and spoke gently,"Um...I'm sorry that I haven't answered your question sooner. To be honest, I can see that your not...from here. But I do not know who you are. Yet I do know that...your in some kind of pain",she glanced as his bleeding feet. "If it isn't rude...would you let me mend them"? Her eyes were filled with pain for him.
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