Day 9: Dragon King
Arc V 3rd Year Anniversary - 30 Days (Ao3)
Prompt: Four
Words: 537
Once upon a time there were Four Dragons, they were the reigning dragons over the four gates and each of them guarded held the power of each one of the seasons:
The Violet Dragon was the King of the East Gate he held power over the growth and life of plants, and as such he was the holder of Spring he was known to be very mischievous and playful, he had a penchant to want to annoy other beings and often left his own gate unguarded, convinced that no one would ever dare to get near his possessions.
Too bad he never showed that much of respect for what other people held dear.
The Red Dragon was the King of the South Gate he was lively and passionate, holding power over fire and holder of the power of Summer, despite the fiery reputation his power and season held he was by far the tamest of the Four Dragons, rarely leaving the limits of his realm for fear of being departed to what he held dear the most.
His unassuming nature was judged as cowardly by his fellow dragons and it costed him dearly.
The White Dragon was the King of the West gate, from the four of them he was often regarded as the most majestic and beautiful of them all, his sparkling wings shone the brightest on the calm nights and he held the power of the harvest in Autumn, he was benevolent... but also ambitious and easily angered.
This fickle temperament would be his undoing...
Finally the Black Dragon, King of the North gate and the most feared of them all for being associated with death and the holder of the Winter, his body black as the night was only spoken of in oral tradition and he was known to be a resentful being who would unleash revenge over anyone who wronged him.
As such when he found himself deprived of his most precious possession his roar was said to be heard on the four corners of the world...
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Time has passed... people recount tales about fantastic beings just as often as they dismiss them as pure fantasy and use them as inspiration for silly children games, beings like dragons, all of them, not just the Four Dragon Kings were the stuff of legends and picture book.
Such are the thoughts of four young boys:
A prideful and lonely boy dressed in purple reads about them and laughs at them in disdain
The happy-go-lucky boy who held a lot of hurt behind a goofy smile wishes he could believe in them.
The boy dressed in white has never had a chance to even learn about them.
And the mysterious boy whose childhood was stolen away has long forgotten about such stories.
Yes, this world is no longer a place for beings such as dragons to exists, many of them ascended to heaven becoming one with the Creator God, other simply choose to disappear.
The rest? They simply assumed human forms and forgot all about their powers and past memories living common and normal lives...
...Perhaps we should have started the story by mentioning this... but who cares about such insignificant little detail?
