day 1 - legend


The Legend of the White Dragon.

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Two siblings there were, a boy and a girl. Born as twins, and grown as fair lad and fair maiden.

The boy was strong and tall, with rose-colored hair. His very movements were hot as fire, powerful and sure in their strength.

The girl was graceful and lithe, with golden hair that shone in the light. Her face was pure and delicate, her smile a vision to behold.

They lived up in the mountains, up, up, in a great temple far from the village down below. Served upon by countless of servants, the boy and girl were pampered and their every whim was catered to.

Parties. Food. Games. Dresses and swords.

Everything they wanted, they got.

But not as indulgence.

It was for preparation.

For when the bright white moon would grow icy blue, the legend of the village would come to unfold.

When the bright white moon grows icy blue, so would the entire village.

The curse of the blue moon is that whatever falls under its light freezes, unable to thaw for all eternity. For a full thirteen hours, it would hang suspended in the sky, freezing whatever its reflected light would hit.

Only the flame of the white dragon would be able to thaw the chill.

And only the twins could bring out the white dragon.

For the white dragon lives on only in their line, in the blood of their ancestors and descendants. Every hundred years, twins will be born in their bloodline, just as the time for the ice moon draws near.

When the twins reach their sixteenth birthday, one of them, either the boy or the girl, would transform into the white dragon.

The other would become the rider, the new Dragon Master.

And all through the thirteen cursed hours, the Dragon Master and their sibling, the dragon, would charge at the chill and counter it with the white dragon's sacred flame.

All through the night, although the icy moon would shine bright, the villagers would not feel a single chill or even a shiver. Because if they ever leave their house to look up at the sky, a brilliant orange would illuminate the dark.

The flame of the white dragon, warm as sunlight.

When the thirteen hours end and the dawn draws near, the light of the true sun shall outshine the flame of the white dragon.

The white dragon, its task finished, shall lightly descend upon the mountain top where it grew up with its sibling.

And the Dragon Master shall dismount from the dragon, their twin, their other half, to face their last sunrise together.

For the curse of the ice moon is not only on the village.

But on the twins, as well.

For when the thirteen hours is up, and the icy moon is melted back to crystal white perfection, the white dragon shall begin to disintegrate.

Over the night, the fire inside it would have been all used up.

Gone is its fire of life.

And the Dragon Master, hero though they are to the village, ends up paying the biggest price of all.

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So it was that when the time came, the rose-haired boy took his own place at the top of the mountain.

No one, not even they, knew who had become the dragon in ages past.

Had it been a girl?

Had it been a boy?

Was he the first boy not to transform?

Could he have been the one to transform, instead of his sister?

Could he have been the one, evaporating now?

He looks at the village, and the world they had saved.

Was it really worth it?

Even as he talks on and on, about how beautiful the sunrise was, about how he'd like to have some ice cream again…

His sister, the dragon, croons softly, exhausted from the task she has undertaken. Even as she looks softly at the sunlight, she starts to disappear.

The boy continues talking, even though there are no more ears to hear it.

He keeps talking and talking, until the only thing left beside him is the head of the white dragon, with its glowing brown eyes.

And though the dragon never speaks, the boy feels he can hear words –

"Goodbye."


Unbeknownst to the entire village, there is a legend even older and less known than the legend of the white dragon. One that spawned the later tale.

The story of the lonesome ice god.

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A thousand years ago, there lived a lonely ice god. He could not approach any one, for as soon as he opened his mouth to greet them, a breath of snow would escape his lips and instantly freeze the person. Worse, his ice was impossible to thaw – no heat, no fire, no explosion could ever make a dent in it.

So, for the sake of others, he avoided towns. He lived in his mountain, all the way at the frozen peak, his only companion the moon.

One day, as he was wandering around his chilly abode, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

It had been ages since he'd last heard that sound, but for some reason, he still recognized it. His first instinct, however, was to turn around and shout, No! – ironically forgetting that, as soon as he spoke to someone, his breath would surround and freeze them.

However, when he turned around, he saw a girl – a beautiful girl with golden hair, and brown eyes that glistened like diamonds. Seeing how lovely she was, the ice god was all the more heartbroken with the thought that she was about to be frozen – and never seen again.

But when his frost breath enveloped her, it dispersed – she did not freeze.

As it was his first time to encounter a human who did not freeze from his breath, the ice god was amazed and struck speechless.

For the first time, something stirred in his lonely, cold heart.

He asked the girl why she was here. She wasn't even dressed for the cold – all she wore was a plain white kimono.

She told him that she was here because her brother had a fever – a desperately high fever. Nothing could cool him down – regular ice melted a few minutes after touching him. So she had come to ask the ice god for a block of his unmeltable ice, so that she may help her brother.

The ice god was moved by her story, and readily handed her a block of ice. The girl hesitantly took it, and as she did, the ice god noticed her uncertainty.

Why do you look so cautious? he asked her.

She answered that she wasn't sure if she should be taking his help without some form of compensation. After all, he was saving her brother's life.

The ice god laughed at her logic, the first time in eons that he had ever made such a happy sound. He told her that if she was really so set on repaying him, all he wanted was that she should visit him from time to time, for she was the first human ever to be unaffected by his frost breath.

The girl readily agreed, and thanking him again, took her leave.

For the first time, the ice god had a friend – the moon seemed to shine more brightly than usual.

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Time passed, and as the girl's visits became more and more frequent, the two of them grew closer. The girl, eternally grateful for the aid of the ice god, began to realize how kind he was – here was a lonely entity, trapped within the confines of his little world, and she realized how lucky she was to have met him.

The ice god continued to wonder how it was possible that the girl never froze – he was thankful for it, of course, but he was still curious. Was there something in that girl? A strange magic, perhaps? He looked at her now, sitting by the frozen lake, not the least bit cold. The only remarkable thing he noted was the warmth of her smile.

Now, the girl herself did not know why, either – she had come to the mountain fully expecting to be frozen before she could ask for help.

She had no idea why she was unaffected, but unlike the ice god, she did not question it too much – she focused on her life down at the village, and on the little stolen moments she could get with the ice god.

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As they spent more time together, it was natural that the two of them should grow close. Indeed, the two of them fell in love with each other. It was a blessing that the ice god had never thought of – he hadn't expected finding someone he could love without worrying, much less someone who would love him back.

The girl's village was indebted to the ice god, and all of them rejoiced when the girl returned and said they were to marry. A great undertaking was done – they prepared the girl for her wedding, dressing her up in the finest clothes, all the while lamenting that they couldn't go up to the mountain themselves to witness the ceremony.

However, as the girl prepared for her trek back up the mountain, she noticed something strange. The usually frigid air seemed warm. As continued up, there seemed no trace of the icy background she normally saw. Worried that something may have happened to her beloved ice god, the girl rushed up the mountain path.

However, when she got there, the ice god was waiting for her as usual. His normally pale skin seemed to have more color – his black hair seemed finer than usual, and his smile, normally reserved, was brighter than she had ever seen it.

The girl asked why the usually frozen mountain peak was now thawed.

The ice god beamed and replied that it was because he finally knew why she never froze, no matter how long she was with him.

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For just like the ice god's heart was frozen solid, the girl's heart was full of warm flame.

No ice can survive for as long as there is heat to affect it.

And the girl's heart, so bright in its warmth, taught the ice god's frigid heart how to escape and break free of its ice shell.

The ice god's unmeltable ice was no match.

For the girl carried the very sun in her heart.

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For thirteen perfect years, the two of them lived happily on the mountain top. The girl's brother often visited them, and since his icy curse was broken, the ice god was also able to venture down the mountain. For the first time, the scenery before his eyes was wholly different.

However, on their thirteenth anniversary, the girl fell ill.

Neither the girl nor the ice god knew what had caused it, but in the midst of all the warmth, the girl became deathly cold.

The ice god had no idea what to do. The only thing he could think of was to hold his wife in his trembling, warm hands, and hope that she survived.

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What the ice god didn't know was that the fire in the girl's heart had been exhausted.

It had been snuffed by time.

And when the warmth in her vanished…

So did she.

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After that, the ice god's heart was enveloped in ice once more.

And it was shattered.

The ice god's essence drifted away, desperately trying to chase after his wife.

And as it rose into nothingness, it joined with the moon – its age-old companion.

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And so every hundred years, their story is repeated.

For thirteen hours, the chill of the icy moon threatens to freeze all the people.

The flame of the white dragon is the only thing that warms it.

But when the chill is finally gone, warmed by the flame…

The dragon's heart gives out.

And both, together, evaporate into nothingness once more.

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As the ice god disappeared, he laid a spell on his and the girl's souls.

"No matter how many times, we will find each other again. No matter how many times our story ends, I'll keep turning the page back to the start."

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So ends the story of the lonesome ice god.

And so begins the legend of the white dragon.

And on and on and on and on.


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author's note: Arceus, I'm so late.

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published: September 4, 2015

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the other three prompts will probably be uploaded today. I think. yeesh. Also I'm working on Niobe's Tears.

Disclaimer: fairy tail doesn't deserve the honor of being mine.