Chapter 8 Awakening of the Dragons

Welcoming the old time when the two of us collided. In my silhouette blue, a boy appeared from my sight, driving himself at me as I dropped myself to the ground, "Big sister, are you okay?" A delightful voice I heeded. My eyes were hazy to capture his face as my tears dwell inside my eyes. I shook my head off and exposed my wail to a stranger. I shriek out loud from the pang that corrupted me through the darkness. That was the first time I freed myself from my blue. His warm embrace cured and weakened my suffering, and my condition flickers into an ordinary one. That night, I felt warm for the first time, having somebody who cuddles you out of the blue, a person who never pleaded for a reason for your whimpering, but a person who dwelled to keep you company. The moment he held his hand at me, I felt secure, even for a brief period. I failed to buy his name, even expressing my genuine appreciation to him. He was a kid full of affection, his kind heart beats faster than a weakling me, and his scent lingers from mine. I kept longing for him, spending my night at the spot where the two of us crashed. I sauntered, biding my time, longing for his nearness, but no shadow of him was seen. I went through weeks and months, loitering from that place to at least acknowledge him for his kindness, but I failed to do so.

I saunter way back to my trails, looming when a grasp from my wrist shoves me out through the woods, we drive ourselves to the cave as my heart throbs intensively, and sweat drips down our faces, chuckling after realizing what just happened. We giggle with echoes, trading our names. But In the end, I failed to rub his title after heeding his mother's call beneath the tree, clearing out from my sight. I sigh and uncover my smile for the first time, it was charming meeting him once again, even for a brief moment. This time, I will not grant him relinquishment, I must take his name, and engrave them into my sanity. I fell in love with a boy at the age of twenty-one, with a ten years gap between us. That might sound childish and inappropriate but I can't deny my feelings for a boy who acts like a gentleman in front of a weakling lady like me. If the time manages to escape, I am willing to wait until he reaches the age of twenty-one, for his legality and maturity and if he manages to capture someone else's heart, I am willing to give him up. No matter what the future lies ahead, I must honor one's fate, even if death ascends.

One night, when I was perching inside the inn, in front of the window, a hissing sound appeared behind the tree. It was him, sneaking in front of me. I instantly shove myself with a beaming smile on my face, approaching his presence. "Lady Moirai, I got you a present, empty it" he murmurs. I heeded his phrase and unwrapped the box, catching a glimpse of a moon engraved on a stone with a name written on it "Amaris," a name that was titled from a moon. How fascinating, a boy like him was titled like a moon itself, the biggest companion of a person in blue, a witness and a friend of mine who accompanied me from my misery, just like him. I expressed my compliment in a witty remark, revealing a grin on our faces.

Amaris and I shed a memory each night, reciting the stories of our lives. "My life is so fragile and dull, the world even strived to forsake us, there's no such day I resist from the whine of wretchedness, remorse, pang, and endless wrath. That moment when we express a subtle grin on our face, the world would bless us with turmoil, upon admiring to behold us as we suffer in grief. We long for bliss of euphoria, as the night has seen us howling. I lament after losing myself, wishing to withdraw my knowledge of the cruelty of the pitiful nation. I wish I was until the end of time, a clueless child." I mumbled, throwing a tantrum at the boy who does not comprehend the meaning of living his life to the fullest.

"Your phrase can be seen as genuine, the eyes never fail to lie, it tells the truth, as long as the person who accompanies you, would learn how to peek at the orbit of the eye, on the off chance that it articulated a state, calling out for some remedy to heed an expression being uttered such as, "I am here for you" or "you are safe as long as you have me" "I would never take off from your side, I promise." with those promising monologues that would for the slightest reason provoke you to feel satisfied even in a brief minute, we were able to pin one's hopes on somebody, cling to them and at the end of the time, after running away from the pang of life, we in that aftermath would whines at them, leading them to desert us for not being able to comprehend and convince us to battle with our fights. It was not the world that is cruel, but the individuals who failed to appreciate our value. It could be somebody else or certainly our very own self."

Those monologues come from eleven years old, a boy who has the eye of a man, expressing a comforting phrase from my blues. I have shed a drop of tears while staring at a glimpse of a boy who has the power to preserve his querida. (a man's lover) My moonlight, there's no such thing as you. One phrase was never enough to express my gratitude, the pang and remorse corrupted me into darkness, and the dust that coveted my torch drove me into the dark. But with you who showers a light under the tree, each night, I spent a diamond wail as the sun strived to abandon me, you were there to express your genuine company. So I thank you for the night we shared, witnessing my blue without belittling me, you were a true friend of mine who never judged me. I will never forget those nights I was with you, my moon." With that phrase, I reckoned that I failed to express my monologue, frightening myself that he'd leave me from liking him.

"Was it that harsh to live as a grown-up person, lady Moirai?" Amaris raised an address. "It was tough transcending up as a grown-up. You'll reach a tendency where you'd seek to harm yourself. The frustration was devouring you. Being a grown-up is being mature enough to be mindful of your words and work. Maturity is when you begin to realize what is happening around you, who you are with, and what they are to you. Maturity is understanding and realization. One may choose whom they needed to obtain and whom they wished to dispatch from their lives. It's either you turn into a wicked person or an individual who was abandoned and forsaken."

Our night was fed with chatters, giving rise to the promises to one another that we'd meet each dusk until the first light. In the morning, I was playing with my shoulders, tilting them upside down. Humming some of my favorite melodies, holding up until the moon emerges at nightfall. I was flaunting one of my favorite wardrobes, whirling the fabric through the air as I twirled and bent my waist. I stood in the way of our rendezvous spot, a tremendous rock reclining on the cliff. I stood there for an hour, loitering for his nearness. I took note of the guards appearing from the north side of my region, racing themselves on the off chance that they were chasing somebody. I slid myself out of the road, preventing myself from falling. I held him there but he never showed up."

I spent my night in seclusion, I was almost to withdraw from dwelling when a lady yanked me closer to me, pleading. I saw her fabrics tainted into blood, shivering libs, and a tightening grip grasping from mine. We drive ourselves to a place hushed up in the woods until I gasp in the air, catching a glimpse of Amaris, bathing from his blood. A whimpering sound from his mother, swinging her torso back and forth. I was muffled after witnessing the man I cherish resting dead on the ground, cold and pale, incapable of unfolding his sight. I shriek on my knees, peeking at the sky over, impeaching the dusk that is forsaking us. "Only an Averchinari can redeem his life, a physician with the enchanted ability for mending. But only a member of royal blood can be served from the said Averchinari." I murmur without placing my sanity at ease, leading his mother to run and beg the king to preserve her child from being deceased. I sauntered to the woods without noticing it is where the said Averchinari dwells.

That was the day I turned into a Winged serpent, the revival of my exotic shape. The exact night of his passing is the same nightfall of my reversal. I failed to meet him once more, knowing we'd never come across again. Our fate could probably end at the dusk of the sun.

Present time

"Insolence! Why would I sense a man out of the woods!" Winona shrieked." No other Averchinari retreated from the Fiasco mountain Naomi, No One! Neither one of you will be able to perform mending bases aside from me! Was it Igashu?! That boy who never indeed shows up to me!? Was he the one who performed healing bases? Should I slaughter him shortly?" Chuckles in evil. "I must take off and visit him myself, should I?" Raised her eyebrows, giggling.

"On the off chance that I can't have the mana of whoever performs mending bases, I must dispose of that individual for fun!" Cracking up. "Ladyship, why don't we fetch him here to you, rather than revealing yourself to the crowd, people will recognize your aura, your hair, your nails, your skin, and indeed your fabric clothing" Naomi implied. "Dear~ you're too sharp and intense, perhaps you despise being tagged as a traitor, aren't you? Either you dislike seeing me lurking in the village, spreading some information about you." chattering with a violent gaze. "How dare I do so, ladyship, it is far beyond my intention. I would never turn my back on you, indeed awfully bad-mouthing you, ladyship." Naomi clarified.

"Hill! Let out the news I have been ordering you from what happened as I requested you to search the town of Naomi's residence" Winona turned the table to Hill. "Glory to you my lady, (bows) as I was observing the Lockwood village, I paid attention to one of the townsfolk upon uttering a phrase relating to the serpent and the said Averchinari."

Hill retorted, inclining his head down to Winona. "The villagers are up to something that I cannot bear not to pay interest to. They're getting on my nerves.'' Winona murmured, rolling her eyes out from her isolated cabin. " Withdraw yourself and fetch Igashu as I order! He must see my complexion." Winona included. Both Hill and Naomi assembled at the Lockwood village to seize Igashu absent from the town, cautiously jerking him lost from the area. "How are you alive?" Igashu whispered. "Hmm?" Ace inclines, paying attention to his phrase. "Igashu, your back, how are you feeling?" Cyrus mutters with his open arms, hailing his entry. Chuckling and chattering in preparation for Igashu's pending activity. "Ace, I am happy you're safe, it's good to see you back, pal," Igashu whispered. "We will be seizing him today," Naomi mumbled to Hill. "I will be holding up the exterior of the town, meet me at the end of the alley" Hill retorted. "Heeded," Naomi answered, nodding her head.

The townsfolk at that point snooze from the dead of the night, allowing capturing Igashu absent from the town. Naomi cautiously snaps Igashu's alert, signaling him to meet her exterior in the village, driving Igashu to be hot on someone's heels from her plan. "Naomi? What's the matter? Igashu raised an address, practically nosy about her action.

"Trail me back, we're taking off someplace off this town." Naomi mumbles. "What do you mean taking off somewhere absent from the town? Where are you taking me in the middle of the night?" Igashu asserted as he was addressing the question. "You'll know when we reach the area" Naomi mutters, embarking on their head out from the boat, cruised by Hill on the edge. Upon entering At the bottom of the edge, the three of them took off the watercraft and landed within East Lake Town where Winona dwells and ruled the place by herself. Appointing her disciples to maintain her order upon sending serpents to her site. "Igashu Cassius, I've missed you so much, what took you so long to visit your master?" Winona conveyed, playfully playing with her nails, scraping them down through her position of authority.

"Glory to you, ladyship." Igashu greeted Winona. "Aye-aye, Igashu. I would appreciate heeding your notion relating to my order~" Winona mutters. "Are you conceivably withdrawing from our contract, young man?" She query. "Why not acknowledge my address Igashu?" She Included. "How rarely would you react if I include your mother's demise?" Igashu lifts his head, revealing his eyes to Winona. "That's the eye of a man I was seeking for. Outrage and anguish corrupting your spirit " Winona taming Igashu's reflections. "Attempt to seek compassion over those filthy serpents and I will execute you myself!" Winona articulated, scrunching her nose in outrage. Naomi, Hill, and Igashu remained tight-lipped after paying attention to Winona's threat and conditions. "Serve me a mythical serpent and I will let out a story relating to your late mother, Igashu. Verity trade for my order." Winona murmurs.

"Igashu, do you acknowledge the pledge of the ladyship?" Naomi implored, leading Igashu to Flinch and react. "Aye," Winona expresses pleasure on her face, smirking. "You'll presently depart and return to the town you were dwelling in," Winona uttered. The three of them set out and withdrew from their voyage. Hill is distinguished as absent from Igashu and Naomi and stows away past the trees. Their night was tainted by confusion and restlessness. bothered and unsettled by the conclusions and aftermath. Igashu stared into space, arguing with his thoughts.

"I cannot afford to lose that dragon. I shed a tear after seeing her trapped in an abandoned village. I must see her once again and warn her to stay away from Winona." Igashu visualizes his thoughts and notions, seeking to protect that certain dragon.

The taste of the dawn as the sun rises, their eyes were glued to the ceiling above. Heeding the sound of a chirping bird echo through their ears. Pedals strolled across the villages and the chatter of their neighbors arose. The whooshing sound of the trees is clasped by the breeze. And the tune of love slightly commences through their pangs.

"Lady Moirai, I must shortly withdraw and return to the royal residence for my training," Igashu confesses. Moiria responded with a nod and sat absently from the sight of each other. But little did they know, Igashu in broad daylight creeps out to the village of the dead.

He drove himself with his horse and slid off the cliff, coming to the bottom of the land, narrow trees were reclining over the sky and green grass was captured in his eyes. He grins and strolls around, yearning for Epala's nearness. Expressing blue in his eyes, his will to ensure the safety of the winged serpent he once encountered in his life.

Moirai's P.O.V

I was rambling on my step when I caught a glimpse of a blue crystal petal. A Black Ulysses that consumes a soul and spirit. It can taint one's sanity into a blood-lusting one. An Averchinari has the ability to do such a thing. In the village of the dead, thousands of flowers bloom inside the woods, residing and tempting their prey. I drove myself absent to witness the remaining sprouts. Performing shapeshifting into a horse, squeaking as I ran. Upon reaching the area, I glided down the cliff and turned myself into my mythical serpent shape, provoking a winged serpent to appear. It was when I realized the shadow of a man ogling me. A drop of an apple touches the ground as he calls upon my title. "Epala" our eyes met and the bushes swung through the breeze.

He ran and grasped me tightly, expressing the phrase "I missed you" my tailed waggles after heeding his message. He shed a drop of tears while hoisting his head, glancing at my eyes. I lifted him off and placed him on the top of a rock and shared a phrase. "I'm taking off distant away from you, and you must reside away from me" a befuddling state he expressed with a tear on his face and included.

"I pleaded for your safety and health, my Epala" I remained thoughtful to maintain a strategic distance from linking our thoughts, with that, he'll never know I was Moirai all along. I was lost in thoughts while gazing at his face ample by his tears when he included his phrase. It was nice meeting you. For the final time, I shall presently reveal to you my name-"

I held up for the final state he'll express when he confessed the title "Amaris," My eyes broadened in stun when my world ceased, shivers on my scales after heeding his confession. "My Epala, I know this may sound childish but I have gotten to the point where I wanted to dwell with you. I desire you like the moon above the sky. I keep craving your nearness and I couldn't help but indulge in a fantasy where only the two of us occur."

Epilogue

"Igashu, have you eaten yet?" Those are the daring phrases that my mother used to utter. Expressing her welcoming smile in my sunshine, we shared a feast in our modest cabin sharing our thoughts and notions, dreams, and ambitions. My life with my mother was a fancy little one, with our hearts abiding and tied into a knot, vowing to protect each other. It was such a blessing to share your heart to flatter only your mother but without realizing it, I fell in love with a winged serpent.

After a certain accident, my mother told me a story of mine where I used to dwell outside, meeting a person who wails in her blue. Mother once told me to conceal my real title to Amaris, it is to prevent a matter. Each night, I went through my time gazing up at the sky with the moon smiling at me. I uttered a phrase such as "Love in pain or Die without love." I once died and was reborn as a member of an Averchinari who heals with magical powers. And I smiled in my ears, embracing the pain of longing for someone. If love could hurt me like this, then I won't resist loving pain to attain love in the end.

End of chapter 8

"All love must suffer in pain for it will grant you flattery for your epilogue."