paradise is nowhere part 3

(and sometimes a thousand lies is enough to shatter her world and tore her from within)

(but sometimes a truth hidden in a thousand lies can mount her world from rumbles, raise the dead)

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somewhere amongst ruins, there’s a roar. a golden dragon with fierce dark blue eyes enters the world as evan dies.

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she hears it. the bone-shivering sound of a roar tearing into the earth. she stops, whips her head to the side. and she can feel something. in the distance, there’s something large that rises, something ancient rumbling from the earth. her breath caught in her throat at the sight of a gold dragon. it’s huge. the dragon shakes the dirt and stone off, spreading its large wings as it stands tall, the edge of its scales catching moonlight, glowing gold in the darkness of the night. its fierce dark blue eyes piercing into hers and—

she can’t help but think, evan?

the world around her stills. she takes a step closer. she is slow and cautious stepping on the ground as if would disappear. it’s stupid, delusional. dragon’s don’t exist, and he can’t be alive. she must be going crazy, but. she looks into those eyes, dark and vicious completely different to Evan’s bright clear blue eyes and – somewhere, somewhere buried in the heavy, ancient magic overwhelming her senses she can feel him. slow and faint. the familiar rush of the ocean seeps into her bones shaking her whole core, and she can’t help but think, what if.

she remembers a time when she was still in the academy her history teacher said they were descendants of dragons, creatures who came from beyond the skies and brought magic into the world.

what is she thinking? the idea is stupid and crazy but hardly her first. evan was supposed to be here to tell what to do, direct her like always but he’s not. and she thinks back to her teacher said. the dragons died out, millennium years of being so far from home had killed them, but they live inside us. their souls live inside us. and she thinks and thinks, the dragon bond, soulmates.

and in a moment of insanity, she takes another step and another, cautious and deliberate. takes another and another step till she’s only a centimetre away. the dragon looms over her, casting dark shadows on her form. she lifts a hand. her eyes are wide and wary of watching the dragon watch her. regardless, she stretches her hand out, reaching out and her fingertips touch the gold scales.

evan, she desperately calls out. please, please if you’re there say something.

but only deathly silence replies.

(and she breaks)

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