The white serpentine dragon, like a shooting star it dragged its luminescent body across the dark backdrop of the sky. Its movements were frantic, twisting and curling. The would be graceful form broken into awkward ugly movements.
“CURSE YOU!”
From the starless night sky, it fell… Rather, it was dragged. Dark tendrils, so dark their color melded with the dark night, piercing through his pure white scales. The white dragon writhed and growled, twisting and turning its body to bite through the painful dark serpents which bore through him. But as if the shadow-like forms of the tendrils had minds of their own, they were always kept just out of reach, his teeth unable to liberate his once graceful form.
Forced onto the ground. Dirt stained his scales. His godly scales, his pride as a god, his pride as a dragon…
The serpentine dragon’s piercing eyes gathered all his hate onto one being, onto the boy that stood above him, looking down on him. He could only growl.
“Wretched being” Deep and majestic was it's voice, at any other time just its echo would strike awe into thousands, millions would bow and all would cower.
But here he was, forced into the dirt, and by such a detestable being.
“I know…” the boy admitted, melancholy dyed his voice. Entangled with sadness and acceptance.
It angered him even more. Such a thing, a filthy thing rendered him powerless. Black hair, sickly pale skin, there were many other humans like him, the only thing that would have been noticeably different would have been his striking amethyst eyes. Washed in countless violet hues, and the sparse yellow gold hues that twinkled giving them the appearance of a vibrant starry sky.
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“That’s why I’m doing this.” The boy tried to explain in an apologetic voice, “I want to be different. I don’t want to be me anymore. He promised me.”
Anger boiled inside the dragon, “So you would deny my existence, nay, the existences of many age-old beings just so that in the end, YOU MAY DENY YOUR OWN?!”
“I’m sorry.” The boy looked down, apologetic.
The old dragon’s eyes followed the origin of the black snakes which weaved through his body, noting their origin to be from the pool of murky dark liquid that seems to be one with the boy’s shadow. Through all his pride, his power, the old dragon shivered. He felt the things trapped inside that small pool, even more inside that boy’s body. They wailed in pain, there were even others like him.
“Loathsome” He could do nothing but complain, he knew he was powerless, the presence of many others in that darkness told him so. There was nothing he could do now that he was caught.
“I know…” With the boy’s words, more of the disgusting black liquid flowed from his mouth. Murky, filthy liquids wisped through the air streaming behind his head, forming a dirty halo. A weary song of hopelessness was echoed inside that tainted halo, the many trapped souls sung in woeful harmony.
“I’m sorry” The boy apologized once more, the painful opera sung by the halo quietened to a deadly silence. Now, they sung a different song, a song of twisted acceptance, hapful futility. The old dragon felt it too in his mind, “Acceptance!”
From the tendrils which pierced through him, he felt his being resonating to the countless souls. Acceptance. His very being, he willed it to resist the voices, but his own identity was being eroded. Acceptance! Slowly changed, little by little. Acceptance! Thoughts, resistance. Acceptance! Devoured by painful harmony, a song he could not help but sing to. Acceptance! Acceptance!
With the very last of his being he growled out his distaste, his hate, and his anger, “You will regret your choice, what you do will only lead to ruin.”
ACCEPTANCE! ACCEPTANCE! ACCEPTANCE! ACCEPTANCE! ACCEPTANCE! ACCEPTANCE! ACCEPTANCE! ACCEPTANCE! ACCEPTANCE! ACCEPTANCE! ACCEPTANCE! ACCEPTANCE! ACCEPTANCE! ACCEPTANCE!
“I’m sorry… Hate me as much as you can, loathe me. I promise that I will become someone better. The twisted person right now will disappear. I’ll be better.”
He never even felt the dark tendrils multiplying in number and completely devouring his form. His consciousness faded, his anger faded, his thoughts and emotions shaded into something much simpler, a single thought. Acceptance!