Spring rolls around, and with it comes new life. However for others it means having to deal with Dragon Slayers with a hormonal imbalance and a desire for a certain individual. This is often referred to, by those who are close to them during this time, the "Dragon Mating Season". And while the youngest generation of Dragon Slayers are getting in trouble, everyone forgets about another Dragon. For while the youngest Slayers in this modern age enjoy the time with the one they are likely bound to for life, Acnologia hides himself away in his cave.
And there he grieves.
For when a Dragon or even Dragon Slayer mate, they mate for life.
In his hideaway from the world he remembers the man he once was. And the woman who he once held as dear to himself as the other slayers hold their loves. He remembers a smile that warmed his soul and set his heart a flutter. He remembers chocolate eyes filled with such depth and kindness he lost himself in them when he stared too deep. He remembers golden hair like sunshine his fingers would look for any excuse to run through.
He remembered night's spent watching the stars she loved so much. Of shared adventures that left them with stories no one would believe. He remembers arguments that seem so small and insignificant now that he remembers. He remembers the fights where he knew no harm would come to him because she was always there, watching his back, making sure he never faltered.
"A lot like her descendant and and fiery one.", he chuckles to himself
And then he remembers the monster he became. The Black Dragon of the Apocalypse. He wonders what she would think of him if she could see him now. Would she hate him? No. He knows she could never truly bring herself to hate, she was far too kind. But he knows she would be sad. Sad to she the man she loved turned into this beast, this monster that destroys all without thought. And he hates himself for it, knowing it was indeed he who made her sad, even if it's just a memory of her.
And so away from all eyes, a few tears fall.
And so the season passes like this, with memories that make him smile, or a thought that would bring him tears. He can feel when the end to it comes near, and he anticipates it with dread and joy, the leaving of these memories.
And the return of the monster.
