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When the world still sang in the tongue of magic and the mountains sounded like they breathed, creatures not yet understood roamed freely. Sadly humanity wiped them out, fear of the unknown greater than understanding. All that remained was a boy, who didn't fit in anywhere, no matter how much he tried. Time and time again he’d take a blade to his horns, wishing for them to stop growing; to just disappear. But they would grow back. He’s taken away as a human but so came the day his horns started growing back, and those humans who’d taken him in now turned against him. Blades now shown and shoved in his direction, one piercing his chest, serves as a grim reminder, he's alone, he doesn't belong.
Chained up in the abyss he spends more than a thousand years in solitude. The extermination of his kind celebrated in chants and songs, told as stories around campfires. But one day all of that changed, a mysterious sorceress was made a sacrifice to the abyss’s fiend. And so marked the beginning of the dragon’s end. A curse he already knew, its something settled deep within his bones, something that was meant to be from the moment he came to exist.
In time you saw through the beast and found the man beneath.
Sylus rarely dreams, but ever since you fell –more like were thrown into his life– he’s dreaming more. One dream made him wake up in a cold sweat. You two are out in a field, talking about your next pillage, laughing about the treasures you’ve gathered together. Then your laughter turns into a confused sharp intake of his name. A blade he doesn’t recognize is lodged in the center of your chest, and the one driving it in is him. It’s an out of body experience, he can’t seem to control his hand.
An unfamiliar voice speaks next to him “your heart shall be the blade that ends her”.
When he opens his eyes, he scans his surroundings trying to find you. Only calming down when he sees your sleeping form next to him. You had moved away from him in your sleep causing a mild panic within his sleep state. Gently he wraps his arms around you, as if you're made up of glass and brings you to rest right next to him. Skin against skin, your warmth soothing the cold that those dreadful words have left behind in his wake.
And just like that her dragon's red eyes who burned as bright as dying stars adorning the night sky, closed. You felt the taste of bile burn the back of your throat, screaming and cursing the heavens above for ripping your love away from you. Surrounding you is the sweet smell of flowers, in your hands are left ashes that resemble flower petals. Ashes dancing in the wind, covering the field you both sat on to admire the nighttime sky and where hushed words filled with secrets became one entangled breath amongst each other.
Sylus’s presence has transformed now, into something quiet. You don’t see him or hear him anymore, but you feel him. He’s there in the quiet, stitched into the essence of your being like a second heartbeat.
Your dragon is now an echo reverberating through your soul and bones. Forever binding one another.
Millennium’s later the world has changed. Sylus is bounded into this new existence, no longer sporting his wings, horns or claws. Magic is a myth, bed time stories for children. Whispers from the past blend into his present, all he knows is he has to find his beloved. But who knows where the Gods have sent her (you) to. Forces unseen are still trying to keep you both apart, but he will forever go against fate. You both made a vow to one another, even going as far as exchanging half of your souls. It has served as some kind of supernatural compass for Sylus, he felt a tug. Always dull, thrumming through him; but one thing was sure he would find you.
You will get to live every dream you both talked about in hushed tones, every promise, want and need to be free.
He's made a name of himself once again. In this lifetime he's the Leader of Onychinus, whos name carries an immense weight on the tongue of all of those who mention him. Taking over the N109 Zone, making a safe heaven in all of the chaos. Leaving a trail of sorts so you could find him. The silver haired man is sure you'll find him one day, for now he'll continue building his hoard of treasures and his empire. Anything for his beloved comfort and enjoyment.
Rarely does he wonder off to Linkon, it's too bright of a place and filled with too many people. But once in a while he'll indulge in the quiet that winter brings with it, the night market offers a soft glow against the pavement. The smell of warm foods, hot chocolate and pastries wafting through the air. Everyone looks happy, and it's honest, he's free of the greed of people. He lets his guard down a bit admiring how the greenery has changed, and he feels it.
A pang to his chest, he stops dead in his tracks. He hears you before he has the chance to see you. Your sweet voice is a melody his heart has never forgotten.
His heart beats erratically against his chest like a bird trying to break free from its cage. Breaths coming in short pants, there you stood. As beautiful as the day he had to leave you, grateful that the last thing he saw in that lifetime was your face. You're wearing a big coat, it covers your form; no longer dressed in the red and black dress he remembers fondly. His above average height gives him an advantage, he can see you clearly amongst the sea of people.
His favorite thing of yours stayed the same, he could tell from a distance. The curve of your smile and the spark in your eyes. Stealing his breath once again like the first time. He swears he saw a flash of a ghost, your old self, mixing with your current self; his beloved sorceress.
The fearless leader of Onychinus is rooted to his spot, unable to tear his gaze away from you.
You had felt something in your chest you couldn't quite explain since you woke up this morning. Like something was supposed to happen, something that would change your life. So you decided to just be out and enjoy a day out. Fresh air and an open mind to whatever needed to happen. That's how you end up at the market, the suns rays hiding earlier than usual. The warm glow of the lights giving a cozy vibe to it all.
Looking at some sugar pastries proudly displayed in a showcase, you're caught up with the vendor in a vivid conversation. Laughing carelessly and free, suddenly you feel a slight pressure in the center of your chest. There's a warmth that spreads across your body, the feeling of someone staring at you gets overwhelming. An intense sensation of recognition in that strange unknown. Finishing your order you look around you, certain that you will find the person who's causing you to feel all of this.
As both of your eyes connect, the tall silver haired man is still standing at the same spot. There's a pull you feel to this stranger, and before you're aware of what you're doing you're already standing in front of him.
"I'm sorry, but have we met before?" comes out your shy low voice.
All of those old memories came rushing back to Sylus. The nights around the bonfire, the cave filled with treasures, the pillaging. The cold night wind under his wings as he soared the skies with you nestled in his arms. His heart clenches at your question.
She doesn't remember our past. How do I explain everything, should I explain everything?
"Yes, in another life-" he stops himself. This isn't like him. Feeling so conflicted and unsure; he's flustered.
Ears getting tinged pink, looking to the side.
Why can't I look at her right now?
She giggles and that beautiful sound has made him let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. Straight away he's hit with how much he's missed you.
"I know it's going to sound very strange what I'm about to say, but it feels like I know you." you say tone a little unsure of yourself.
At that his striking ruby colored eyes soften, a little smirk adorning his lips.
"Would you join me for dinner?"
His deep voice awakens something in you, something that was dormant. A type of hunger you weren't aware you were capable of feeling.
The weight of your memories are gone, but your soul recognizes him. An invisible string you towards one another, the whispers of the past speaking to one another.