(Prologue)
In a small village, near the snowy mountains, there lived a greedy man with riches beyond imagination. His long strawberry blonde hair and beautiful golden colored eyes made him standout in the very poor village. Every night he counted his gold and slept in large mansion.
The man was named Vladimir and he laughed at the townspeople for not comparing to even half of his wealth. He was often shunned from the villagers but he did not care. He had his gold, his treasures. He didn't need friends who were not of his class anyways.
However a deadly disease came and began to take the villagers by the handful. One specifically cold night, the rich man found himself ill in the dead of winter.
Many of the villagers had disappeared now and many were starving and cold. They decided they had enough and snuck into the Vladimir's home.
They found him laying ill in bed, sleeping. The villagers raised their weapons and beat him to death, taking all of his riches for themselves as the man layed in his bed, no longer breathing.
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When the man awoke again, he found himself no longer ill. He looked around the dark forest before seeing a cloaked figure. "Who goes there?" He asked as the figure came out. "I do," the man said. "And who are you?" Vladimir asked, pulling a sword out from the side of his hip. "I am a magician. I come from a land far from here. Where the ice covers not only the mountains, and the winds speak in a tone of sorrow," the man said as he approached him.
"And what do you want from me?" Vladimir asked, standing guard. "I am here to make a bargain," he said. "You are dead. Through a series of greed and envy, your death came short and now your soul wanders these nightly forest."
The magician stopped in front of the blonde and looked up at him. "I will give you back life in exchange for your most precious jewel." Vladimir raised an eyebrow and looked at the cloaked man. "The villagers took all of my treasures. My riches are no more," he said.
"Gold is not the only treasure to be found in the world," the man said. "What I want from you cannot be forged by man nor earth. What I want is your mortality."
"Remove your hood so that I may see you," Vladimir said. The man lowered his hood and revealed a very young man with platinum blonde hair and an iron cross pin holding his hair back on one side. His blue, almost violet eyes were as cold as ice as they bore through him.
Vladimir thought. Mortality for life? "If agree, will I get my riches back?" He asked. "I will bestow upon you all the riches you can wish for and life as long as time itself with no such thing as disease. I only ask for one thing in return," he said.
"May I ask for your name?" Vladimir asked. "I am Lukas of the Norwegian Ice lands," he said. Now Vladimir understood why the man seemed cold in every possible way. "Then I accept your offer. I want a long life filled with richest beyond any king," Vladimir said.
Lukas nodded and stook his hand out. Vladimir went to shake it, however the moment he took his hand, Lukas's eyes shone a bright blue before everything went to black.
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Vladimir stirred awake, feeling intensely cold. He tried to stand, only to find it difficult to move. Not so much in a painful way, more of a confused kind of way. He suddenly wasn't sure how to move.
His legs and arms felt wrong and as he went to move his head, he felt the ice crunch beneath him. His eyes widened and he sat up quickly, looking around at the giants cave he occupied. "What is this?" He asked looking around. He felt the ice caving under his legs everytime he moved, and as he looked down, he froze.
Instead of his feet, he saw long red claws. He began to panic and moved around trying to figure out what was wrong with him. It didn't take long before he realized that he was no longer human. He was given life, but as a dragon.
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A/N: Honestly just wrote this because I was bored. I don't know if I will actually continue this or not.
Vladimir sure got the deal of a lifetime though, amiright? Haha I have terrible humor.