You walked quietly down the cobblestone streets of the town, your beautiful (color) dress making you appear like you were royalty. You had just returned to Blacksea after what you believed was twenty years since you discovered you were the empress of the Dragon lords. Nobody here recognized you as the dragon-girl. The ones who would were older and probably had forgotten your features anyway. You smiled as you remembered the intense feeling of fleeing the mob with Fyn, and you sighed as you remembered how he had saved you without a thought of his own well being. You looked to the right to see the huge fort that was once the old kings castle. Now, the new king had relocated his base, and the fort had been rebuilt as a monument of those who had been lost as well as a sort of temple to the empress, aka you. You decided on a whim to see what it looked like, so you turned to walk through the big doors that were left open for the public. The only workers that were there were security guards who kept people from destroying the memorial. You frowned as you saw the many 'graves' that were set. You saw one that had slightly more adornments than the rest, and after you got closer, you read the name.
'Adon (S/L/N), Dragon-slayer and loyal servant of the king'. You knew that you should feel some sort of anger, but you couldn't help but put a hand on the stone, closing your eyes for just a few moments. You moved on to Darius's, reading his. 'Darius Dreadsol, Fiercely loyal to the royal family and a respected warrior.' You placed a hand on his as well, sighing sadly.
Moving on, you finally noticed the little tribute that was made for you. You were amazed at the beautiful art that people had made for you. There was a grand statue of a beautiful woman clad in a gorgeous outfit, with a dragon at her feet. The dragon looked oddly like Alfred, only he looked a bit scarier in the representation. You saw a painting of a great (color) dragon, wings unfurled and jaws open, white fangs glinting in the light. You admired the detail and accuracy in the design. The painting was titled, 'A recollection of the fateful day' and it appeared to have been made by a surviving soldier who had witnessed your transformation. Adon was on the ground, his back facing the audience and his sword raised defensively. You had to admit that it captured the chaos of the battle, including a dragon who appeared to most resemble Vladimir in the background flying over an attacking knight.
There was a second painting, this one focusing also on a soldiers point of view, only this one had a white and grey dragon with red eyes. You recognized it as Gilbert right away. This one was titled, "At the the mercy of a Dragon.' and it was done by a woman named Alys Exilor, who appeared to be a maid at the time of the attack. You smiled as you read the short description. "We were trying to escape the war; we were only innocents after all. My group was the last one to leave, but before we escaped, we were blocked by a great white dragon with blood red eyes. I thought we were going to die there, but after a few moments the dragon flew off, letting us escape without injury. I have respected dragons ever since."
You noticed a leather book, the words 'An innocent captive' written in gold as the title. You opened it curiously, and started to read.
"I was only a trainee, an apprentice taken under Adon (S/L/N)’s wing. I wanted to be a dragon-slayer like him, and I became a part of his elite squad of warriors quickly, much to the dismay of many older men. I was often bullied and put down, and they told me I was not fit for the position I was in."
"What a coincidence, finding the empress at her own memorial."
You heard footsteps behind you, and you saw a man with blond hair and oh-so-familiar blue eyes step up beside you, smiling widely. You couldn't help but grin happily as you looked into his friendly face after two decades. "Fyn!" You exclaimed. You hugged him tightly, still shorter than him. He had aged well, going from a youthful boy to a mature-looking man. He wrapped his arms around you as well, smiling. You felt ten times better just seeing his face, "I didn't think I'd see you here, seeing as it's been twenty years."
Fyn laughed, "Well, after the battle was over, many people left the city. I was going to as well, but then I met someone..." He blushed and turned away, "We got married, and we are currently raising three little kids." You smiled, happy for your friend. You turned back to the book, closing it. "You were reading my book?" Fyn asked, raising an eyebrow quizzically. You nodded, "I didn't know you were an author." You giggled, "I never thought you'd be into that kind of stuff."
Fyn chuckled, "Well, I guess you should learn not to judge what's on the surface." You took your hand and led you to another section, where many other forms of art where shown. Five clay pots with elaborate designs that looked like small dragons flying in the sky caught your attention. "Who made these?" You asked, pointing to them. The blond man thought a moment, "I don't know who she is, but she was a citizen who saw the dragons fly off after the battle. There is a lot of art inspired by that." He pointed to a stained glass window, "See? In the morning when the sun rises, the colors make a beautiful display on the opposite wall. It really is a sight."
You sighed contently, "They don't seem to fear the dragons much anymore. They actually seem pretty fond of them, judging by how much they seem to recreate them in their art." Fyn nodded, "Yes, in fact, many poems have been written by people who lived here. Some talk about the battle, but most just express their awe for all the beautifully colored scales the dragons have." You felt warm inside. Finding out that the people didn't hate you or your friends made you very relieved. Although, you found it strange that you were depicted like a hero and not a villain.
"Fyn," You started, "Why am I depicted so...heroically? I mean, look at this statue here. I look like a royal queen, not someone responsible for destroying a fort and killing the king and most of his army." Fyn was quiet for a few seconds, letting out a hum of thought. "Yes, I guess I can see where that wouldn't make sense to you," He looked up into the sky, "But since that day, there haven't been any incidents caused by dragons. The people all credit you for that, (Name)." You blushed, "Really? Well, I guess I have been promoting peace among the dragons..."
"And for that we are grateful, O great empress." Fyn said with a smirk, bowing. You punched him lightly on the shoulder, "Oh, come off it. You know I'm no 'Empress'. I'm just a girl who finds it easy to talk to dragons, that's all."
"Well, no matter who you think you are, the people love you, and I think you're amazing."
"What? You don't love me too?"
Fyn blushed, "Well, if I said I loved you, you'd get the wrong idea!"
"I'm just joking with ya Fyn." You laughed, "You haven't changed at all! Still the same nervous boy from twenty years ago. You've just got a bit older and more adult-looking." Fyn smiled meekly, "You haven't changed either, (Name)."
You two talked for hours, catching each other up on everything. You learned that his wife was actually a maid who evacuated the castle, a pretty blonde as well. Their three kids always asked him about his time with you, and they always wanted to meet you in person. Sadly, you were unable to stay much longer; Alfred was probably getting bored and hungry right about now and you promised you'd go hunting with him.
"Wait, before you go, I want you to have this." He took out a small leather book that matched the one you were reading before. You took it and looked up at him, "Why are you giving this to me?" You asked. Fyn smiled, "So you'll always remember me." He replied. You clutched the book tightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek to show your gratitude. "Thank you Fyn, I'l cherish it forever." You murmured.
You and Fyn hugged each other one last time before you turned and headed up to the top of the fort, where you let out a loud whistle. Fyn stood there confused until he saw a great red, white and blue dragon appear almost out of nowhere. You hopped on, turning back to wave to Fyn, who waved back as Alfred took off. You were used to flying by now, so you focused on holding the book that your friend gave you. You felt tears start to form in your eyes as you realized that was probably the last time you'd ever see him. Alfred sensed your sadness and sighed, "I know it's tough, not aging and all. But hey, you've got me, and Arthur, and everyone else who's always going to be there for you." You shook your head, "No, I'm not crying because I'm sad." You replied, wiping away a tear that was rolling down your cheek. "Then why are you crying?" The American asked.
You held the book tighter, "I-I'm crying because I'm just so happy, for many reasons. The people don't hate me, for one. And second; Fyn is continuing his life with a person he loves. I could tell he loved her by the way he spoke of her. He has a family that loves him and a comfortable life, and that's all I really wished for him." Alfred smiled sympathetically, "You remind me of Francis, the way you speak so deeply." He told you softly. You cracked a smile and held onto his neck tighter, closing your eyes contently. A happy, comfortable life. That's all I wished for you. I'm so glad you're not sad or depressed. Live out your days in joy and happiness Fyn, and wait for me, in case something does happen to me and I am no longer immortal.
When you returned to Alfred's cave, you spent the rest of the day reading Fyn's book. There were many hand drawn sketches in there as well. There was a drawing of you when he discovered you, hiding in the bushes. Then one was when you were attacking the king and then getting beat up. He drew the scene where your friendship blossomed; right after the beating and right before your pendant (Which you still have by the way) displayed its magical capabilities. Then there was a shaded in drawing of you and him in the dungeon, Fyn's eyes watering and your own eyes round with sympathy. That was when you learned of his history with dragons. There was a few pages until the next one, where he was carrying you through the city. Then there was one of him fighting Adon, Darius and Gothar with you knocked out on the ground. You smiled as you saw the next one; the two of you sitting together in the jail cell, both of you smiling despite the pain you were in. Then there was a few of him training with Darius and leading three men (Guess who) to the king. You gasped as you saw the next drawings, where he illustrated many different scenes in the battle, including you killing Darius, you carrying him to the marketplace, and all the dragons flying back to the Valley when you ended the battle. He drew more than that too. He drew his family in beautiful detail, coloring them so you could picture them in your mind. You thought that was the end of them, but a small colored edge of the next page made you turn it.
It was a fully colored picture of you. Your (H/c) hair seemed to be lifted by the wind, your (e/c) eyes glowing slightly, and you were wearing a beautiful golden dress that only royalty wore. There was a small fiery dragon perched on your shoulder, and there was writing at the bottom:
'The girl trapped inside a dragon -an innocent captive'You couldn't help it; the tears just started spilling. After all that time...He remembered my face and drew it perfectly. He even said he loved me. Did he really think so fondly of me?
'I loved both the girl and the dragon she was trapped in'
'I still do. I love you, (name)."
'I loved both the girl and the dragon she was trapped in'
'I still do. I love you, (name)."
You closed your eyes, the tears not stopping, "Thank you Fyn. For everything."
It is said that the Empress did not age like normal people did. She aged much more slowly, like a dragon. Legend has it that she lived for 5,000 years without her friends before she finally passed away. When she did, she was greeted by her close friends (Friend) and Fyn, both having waited the entire time for her.