Scorching fire breathes through the dragon's snarled mouth, a thundering roar blares over all the screams and snapping of burning wood. The ground quakes under his thunderous steps as dust and ash lift from the ground. A beastly roar rips past his throat, making his muscles tense with adrenaline. Swirls of smoke heave from his nostrils and exposes a row of sharp teeth when he pulls his mouth into a snarl. His eyes blaze with fury, searching through the chaos for the reason he came. He seeks something, someone.

The scales on his back, a smooth gold, then tingle, his sensitive ears pick up the softest breath of a maiden; it sends his heart racing in ecstasy. He is near. He takes a whiff of the air —pushing aside the scent of burning flesh and smoke — and catches the faintest scent of lavender. His heart clenches with excitement, and he takes a step forward. He hears a gasp and sees the maiden appearing from her hiding place.

Immediately upon seeing her, a dominant growl suppresses him, rumbling through his golden body. He takes another step towards her. The maiden looks up with widening eyes that are full of curiosity; she bravely takes a step forward. He is pleased with the maiden's choice of actions and shifts from his dragon form. In the place of the dragon stands a handsome young man with deep golden hair, peachy coloured skin, and vibrant red eyes. The man memorizes her in the white dress that speaks out amongst the carnage surrounding them; the fabrics sweeping around her figure. He fetches a decent pair of whatever to cover himself with - a ripped pair of trousers - and walks to her.

In the turmoil of the burning land around them, the pure glow around her sings out to him, enticing him solely. A low rumble tickles his throat as he pauses in front of the maiden, liking the height difference between them. He smiles at her and gently brushes a strand of blonde off her cheek. He doesn't want to hurt her or frighten her, he only hoped she understands why he had to destroy the village keeping her captive.

She looks up with wonder-struck eyes and she becomes transfixed on his blazing red eyes. Her lips part to speak but is quelled by his finger. He leans his forehead on hers, his eyes closing as a rush of sparks fly through the touching of their skins. She finally feels whole and slowly wraps her arms around his defined abdomen, relishing the sparks meant for them.

"You found me," she murmurs.

He took her chin with his finger and thumb, bringing her to look at him. He kissed her, sweet and soft, before holding her against his chest. "Always,"

~°~

For as long as she could remember, those stories and myths have been told even before Olivia was born. Her mother used to say that it was real; dragons dominating the sky and land with their fiery breath and power. Werewolves stalking through the forest and howling toward the moon. Vampires lurking in the shadows away from the rays of the sun with only blood to quench their thirst.

Sometimes she'd ponder about it. Questioning if they were more than just scribbled words and roughly drawn images on yellow stained pages. She'd wonder if they lived and breathed like every other living creature on earth.

Was every human with dark, caramel skin holding a beast inside of them? Were they waiting to shift under the light of the full moon and howl with desire and passion?

Would a human with snow pale skin be really only a creature of bloodthirst? Did they hide in the darkest of shadows where it concealed their fangs from the burning sunlight?

Was a human with the most angel given voice be in a mask to hide a tail and seashells? Would they turn into their true self when a droplet of water was to touch their skin?

Olivia found herself mentally rolling her eyes at her

to believe the mythical creatures were real, but she didn't. It was absurd. Sure Olivia did believe at one point in her life, but she soon discovered that it was nothing more than a myth, make-believe, a lie. She wouldn't bother trying to convince even one person from her village that fantasy wasn't real. She had never seen a type of fantasy creature

of all five villages. They risked their lives to hunt down the supernatural and tell the tales when they arrived back - it was how the people began to write the stories about the creatures. Olivia's village believed. All five villages believed their stories. Everyone but her. But she guessed that it wasn't her fault her and the other four villages were gullible. All Olivia could do was observe in the back as the Fantasy Hunters told the village another one of their adventures about

say they had killed every fantasy creature there was, except for one. A dragon shifter. It was a rare creature. Her mother said they were driven into the clouds by the hunters. No one had seen one before. If they had, they didn't live to tell the tale

chaotic like power, Olivia highly doubted they existed or had such a thing called 'mate'. She didn't understand

until she read it to Olivia on some nights when she couldn't sleep. It grew on her and Olivia found herself engrossed with it every time her mother read it to

read it so many times recently, it felt wrong, like there was something missing from it. But why would Olivia care? Fantasy wasn't real. She didn't need to ponder over the structure of

rest. But Olivia kept tossing and turning due to a relentless stir in her stomach. It kept her awake no matter what she tried. Walking around, doing small exercise techniques to burn off a large amount of energy she suddenly seemed

note of every cobweb there was and every spider that would stride past with its eight legs. She wondered how long she'd been staring at the ceiling for. Hours maybe? Then again it might've only been a few minutes

skin because there was something else keeping her awake and full of energy. As Olivia thought it, the stir twisted her stomach, giving her butterflies and a strange desire. Olivia groaned in

illuminating down by the village, she had hoped it would be enough to make her sleepy. But she didn't feel even a sliver of tiredness. Olivia sighed. Just as she

thinking it was a bird flying past and turned to her side. She breathed

Olivia mumbled

of her grasp as Olivia yawned tiredly. She closed her heavy eyes and got as comfortable as anyone could on a rough bed; though relieved that she could

~°~

even tear her eyes away from the shadow that slowly stalked toward her. She had no control over her body and Olivia found

forward. Another step.

over her. Olivia squinted her eyes but saw nothing but a silhouette. She wanted to say something.

sure what it was. She couldn't look away and saw a soft light rising from behind. The soft light shined on the silhouette, revealing some of its features. From what she could make out it was male. Olivia could see his arm toned with

of power and desire.

through her cheek. But as quick as it came, smoke gathered around

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