Quick Note- I do not own Vocaloid in any way. I do not own any characters that appear in this fanfiction, and I do not own the song that it is based off of. This was written purely for fun. Vocaloid belongs only to its creators.
So yeah... Very first story. It's probably not as good, as far as most stories come by, but I've tried my hardest! Don't be afraid to criticize, as long as it's constructive and good advice. And other than that, enjoy.
Once upon a time, as most stories go, there was a realm that was long ago known as Vocaria. It had once been a world of beauty and light. The entire realm had been divided into certain areas by the mountains that sprung up, making an effective barrier that divided each neighboring town from one another. The heart of this land was an imposing stone castle that jutted from the tips of the mountains. In this castle resided the court of Vocaria, chosen others who would decide what was best for the realm. Under their watchful eye, they made sure Vocaria flourished. There was no war, no famine, no threats to the outer community. The land had been at peace.
Then the dragon came, and the shadows, and everything soon changed.
The dragon had lived on the outskirts of Vocaria for over one thousand years, and he had grown restless. The people had once supplied his needs and desires long ago by praying to him, their god. But as time changed, the people had forgotten their eternal gratitude, and banished him back to the outskirts of Voracia. His fury had grown after being harbored for so many years. He knew it was time for things to change.
Tales and rumors began to spread around Vocaria of a great scaly beast that stalked the forests. Its hide was as black as night, eyes that shone as cold as the moon. Its wings were said to be strong enough to knock a man down with a gust of wind. Those razor-sharp claws that could fell an army with one swipe, and a roar that chilled to the bone. It became that an ancient evil was at work.
Soon enough, the dragon struck. Skeletons were found in ashes of once-sturdy cottages, consumed by the dragon's blazing breath. Those foolish enough to wander into the woods at night were found dead or missing in the morn. Some claimed they could hear the dragon snaking his way across the ground, his scaly body dragging against the leaves. Many were killed by the dragon's wrath. Vocaria had entered an era of fear and destruction, something they had never experienced.
Even the court was completely powerless against the dragon. He was not only evil, but all-powerful; filled to the brim with dark magic. He was also clever, and able to evade the parties of knights sent out to hunt him. Nobody could do anything but watch, as their once-beautiful land was ravaged by the dragon.
The desires of the dragon were eventually revealed. Scared out of their wit's end, the people of Vocaria begged forgiveness from the dragon. He agreed to leave their realm in peace and return to his home in the outskirts- on one condition. The dragon demanded that one girl should be brought to his cave as his prisoner. This girl would then sing and dance for the dragon, until she starved or collapsed from exhaustion. Once the original Diva died, a new one would be selected almost immediately.
Relieved that this was his only condition, the terms were accepted. And as the first Diva was selected, Vocaria entered a new era- the era of the Draconic Cycle.
Everything changed. The dragon's influence grew so powerful, he even managed to sway the court. The court became twisted and darkened under the grip of a devout new noble, eventually promoting the religion known as dragonism. The people of Vocaria began to worship and praise the dragon, even when they were not sending him Divas. Their fear of him was the fuel they needed to stay out of his way, and even aid him. Everything was back to the way it should have been in the dragon's eyes, and it pleased him.
Much less could be said about the young females of Vocaria, who now knew what it was like to live in fear. It seemed that the Dragon grew tired of his Divas fairly quickly, and needed a new one almost monthly. Often chosen were the children of common people or non-nobles. Social classes always mattered, even in times like these. But even the nobles children were not completely protected.
Every time a new Diva was to be escorted to the dragon, people would often gather in the doorways of their homes to watch the Diva parade by. She would often be guarded by two of the court's royal guards, just to ensure she would not flee. The other village girls would watch her with bated breath and wide eyes- for once she died, it would be one of them who would take her place.
Though many were discontent with Vocaria's new turn of the century, what could they do? The Draconic Cycle would continue, no matter what the cost. All who tried to oppose it not only incited the wrath of the court, but of the dragon as well. It seemed that Vocaria had permanently become a land of darkness.
Then one event happened, one extraordinary, daring event, that was sure to affect the Draconic Cycle- for better or for worse.