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~ Wake the Sleeping Human ~




"And I believed that she had to power to turn you into a king that none has ever seen before."




". . ."




". . . . . ."





“. . . . . . . . . . . . .”





Finally, the Ice Dragon crystal faded out, signaling the end of the recording. Lukas has never realized that your meeting . . . was part of a much grander purpose, that the two of you were part of something bigger, part of something so tragically beautiful.

He was wrong about you. The two of you . . . were more alike than he could ever realize.



You were alone, just like him.



You were different, just like him.

















And you were constantly in pain,






Just like him.
















Finally, the tears that Lukas thought he never had, the tears that he has never shed in his entire life, the tears that Ice Dragons were never capable of producing . . .

















Finally began to cascade down his cheeks.




















"All along . . ."




Lukas muttered, clenching his hands into fists.





"All along . . ."





Slowly, he held up a shaking hand and touched the place where his silver hair clip used to reside before closing his eyes. ". . . I've known you all along . . . I've known you for my entire life . . . without even realizing it . . ."

All these years he has spent looking out his castle window, his eyes mysteriously transfixed towards the land between the Shivering Domains and Northwind . . . this mysterious gravitational pull he felt whenever you around . . . these feelings of melancholy and nostalgia . . . it was because you were there all along; he's known you for his entire life.





You were a part of each other's lives from the very beginning; the two of you were the living reincarnations of your ancestors' forgotten bonds.





You were always so bubbly and cheerful -- he never would have guessed that your past was filled with so much grief and sorrow, so much loss and tears. Behind that blinding smile of yours was a past so great and full of pain. It's not that you were hiding that past, no, he never got the feeling that you were trying to hide anything from him. You didn't hide your past because you . . .









You've grown from it.









You weren't trying to hide anything behind that dazzling smile of yours because you had nothing to hide. In a way, you were like Lukas but at the same time, you weren't. The only difference between the two of you was that he tried to bury his pain. Lukas wore a glass mask, stowing away every ounce of emotion and thoughts whereas you turned your pain into strength, into a weapon to hone -- to give you the strength to grow, to live, to fight for something better.

"How could I have been so blind?" He hung his head, letting the tears fall onto the snow covered ground.  "So . . . ignorant?" Lukas shook his head, his heart twisting around in pain and agony. "This . . . only makes it harder for me to accept."












Now he knew why it had to be you.


Now he knew why death has chosen you instead of him.











This twist of fate, these turn of events . . . all of it was only possible because of you. If the gods have given anyone this monumental task, then they surely would have failed it.

Everything finally began to make perfect sense.






You could have never been a normal girl,

You could have never lived a normal life,

You couldn't have avoided this mess in the first place because like him,




















You were different.
















You're the only descendant of the Northwind humans. You're the first human to reestablish contact with the Ice Dragons after thousands of years. You're a human destined for greatness, destined for something larger than life -- there was no escaping that.












But you were only human.


And humans could only endure so much.











But it was the fact that you were human that made it all possible. No one, except you would be willing to wait a thousand years for a stranger. No one except you would go through so much trouble to save the innocent. No one except you could have made him feel so alive yet dead at the same time.









No one but you

Could have made him feel this way.



No one but you

Could stop these tears spilling down his cheeks.



No one but you

Could ever fill this now gaping hole in his heart.









The Ice Dragon turned to look at you as the tears continued to stream down his face. Although you were right here in front of him, he couldn't help but feel as if you were a stranger -- a shell of your former self, a faded memory. This young woman in front of him was you . . . but at the same time, it wasn't. Lukas was afraid to hold you, to touch you. He was scared to feel the ghost of what you used to be. But . . . for the first and final time . . . this was something that he needed to do to accept this outcome, to accept your death.





He wasn't going to lie anymore,

He wasn't going to be a coward.


He was going to face the truth; he was going to be brave.





Emil didn't need words to understand what his brother was thinking. The look in Lukas's eyes as he gazed at you said everything. Lukas loved you, he longed for you, and he was finally seeking closure. The Water Dragon stared down at you gently before taking in a deep breath of cold air. He wondered if the Dragon King had felt this much pain in letting you go. Just like King Hårfagre said, you didn't belong by the king's side and Emil has come to realize that you didn't belong in his arms either -- you belonged in the arms of the dragon you truly loved, in the arms of the greatest king the world has ever seen.  

Emil gently lifted you up and nodded towards his brother. With a nervous gulp and shaking hands, Lukas nodded, bringing you into his arms, into the arms that have only welcomed you into his life.







He had every reason to be afraid.


You were just as he had feared -- cold and lifeless.






Your body was cold, your arms were limp, and your once rosy cheeks and lips . . . were now paling by the minute. Lukas gasped, biting back his sobs as he gazed at your face with such tenderness and love that it brought even more tears to his brother's eyes. Lukas knew that he needed to be strong for your sake, but he couldn't help it. He knew that he should have put on his Ice Dragon façade and remained calm and collected, but he just couldn't.

Ever so delicately, Lukas tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes widening at the sight of the blue forget-me-not. The sight of the flower only made the pain within his chest greater.

"It's strange," Lukas laughed to himself as he lifted his head to gaze at the snow covered land. "Flowers can't grow in the Shivering Domains and yet . . ."







"They're everywhere."







For as far as the naked eye could see, snow blanketed the land, but these little blue forget-me-nots continued to live on. The forget-me-nots that have been dyed black with years of corruption and bloodshed have returned to their former beauty, pure and untainted. Was this a result of his battle with Matthias? Did the mix of elements cause a mutation in the wildlife or was this an act of god?


It was almost as if these flowers . . . represented you.

Could it be that when he first met you, your heart was as black and tainted as the ones in Ivywood? But now, the flowers were no longer black, but blue. Could it be that now, in your death, you were finally finding peace within this raging storm in your heart, peace within this bloody battlefield -- peace within death?

You were just like this flower -- dainty and frail, but not afraid to make a stand on any soil. No matter how dry, barren, or unlivable the soil may be, this flower continued to thrive, to grow courageously. Just like this forget-me-not,









You were a flower in the battlefield.








You were prone to attacks, to being trampled on, but you continued to stand tall. As long as there's sunlight, plants will continue to grow despite how frail and weak they are. You were just like that, continuing to move forward despite all the scars you've obtained and the baggage you've accumulated. As long as there was a reason for living, you continued to move forward -- but you met the same tragic fate as these flowers. Flowers are tokens of gratitude and expression; they bring happiness and joy to others at the expense of their life. You were just like a plucked flower; you gave the Ice Dragon life and happiness in exchange for your's.

It was as if the flower was telling him that one day, he was going to forget about you. One day, he was going to forget about all these fleeting feelings of love and dreams. One day, he was going to forget all about you and he just couldn't bear to accept that you were in fact, steadily fading out of his life.











"I won't forget you . . . I'll never forget you."











"So please, Davie . . ." Lukas promised as he closed his eyes in pain. "Please don't take her just yet. Please let her stay with me for a while longer."

His hand gently trailed along your jawline as he took in your every single feature, burning your image into his memory so that he couldn't dare forget about you. Your lips that he would never kiss, your cheeks that would never emit warmth, your long eyelashes that would never flutter open, that would never give him the privilege to stare into those bright, beautiful (e/c) eyes of yours for that one last time . . . No matter how much time will pass, Lukas never wanted to forget you. He never wanted to forget you, your face, your smile, your voice --








Your entirety.










But If only he knew that the day he spent with you by the cliff side would be your last.











If only he knew that,





Then he would have gazed into your eyes a bit longer.


He would have held your small hand in his.


He would have told you how you grew even more beautiful by the day.


He would have told you that he enjoyed being with you.


He would have told you that you plagued his thoughts day and night.


He would have told you that he thought everything you did was adorable.


He would have spent every single second, every single moment of his life by your side.







If only he knew that you would never live to see another day,

Then he would have never been a coward.






He would have been a dragon;

He would have been brave.











"You don't know . . ." Lukas's voice came out in a mere murmur as his hand caressed your cheek. "You don't know how long I've been wanting to hold you in my arms." He paused, an empty laugh escaping from his lips.







"But I never would have imagined that this would be the last."








Emil stared at his brother sadly. "Lukas . . ."


Finally . . . finally he got to hold you in his arms. Finally he could see your beautiful face up close like this. You were just as he expected, too beautiful to even begin with, but the feelings he felt were nothing like in his dreams. His heart was pounding, yes, but he wasn't smiling, he wasn't being filled with joy and happiness.










He didn't feel complete,

























He felt broken.


















He was crying, his heart was falling apart, he was shaking, and he was lonely. Lukas continued to stare at you in his arms as his teardrops fell softly onto your cheeks.












"Thank you . . . for everything."























"Thank you, and I'm sorry for everything."














His voice came out shaky and cracked, but it was the best he could manage while he was falling apart. Lukas lowered his head, sobs of grief escaping from his lips as his tears refused to stop, his heart refusing to heal.

As his tears fell, as snowflakes floated down from the heavens, as the forget-me-nots gently swayed in the wind, as the auroras waved above in the starry night sky, Lukas found himself thinking for the second time in his entire life--











That death was beautiful.










He didn't like how it was you death was taking, but being surrounded by the people you love and by this beautiful scenery of his homeland . . . he couldn't have imagined anyone else's death being as beautiful, as heartbreaking as yours.

Alfred closed his eyes with a painful sigh. You truly were an amazing person to evoke such beautiful tears from the most powerful dragons and the creatures of heaven and hell. He opened his electric blue eyes, staring at the softly falling snow. It was almost as if the world was crying. But the tears that he found to be the most beautiful were Lukas's.





Ice Dragons couldn't cry, but here was Lukas,


Shedding tears for you,



For himself.





Lukas's sudden ability to shed tears -- it was a miracle. This miracle was only possible because of you. You saved him from his thousand year curse; you restored life back into him.










"Ah,"







The angel muttered to himself in realization. It was all beginning to make sense! By destroying the contract, you forced all magic to return back to Lukas, but you also gave him a part of you as well. You've returned Lukas's magic, yes, but his magic has evolved into something different, something grand, something beyond this world. You've held onto Lukas's magic for five years, evolving it into a type of magic combining the attributes of both humans and dragons, of sorcerers and mystical beings,









Of lovers.









That's why Lukas awoke so powerful, so undefeatable.

That's why Lukas could shed tears.


It was because you nurtured that magic, you've changed it into something greater,















You've transformed that magic into something that only a thousand and five years of love could accomplish.














Alfred gaped at the dragon as his tears continued to softly fall on your cheeks. The angel's eyes began to slowly widen in realization as he continued to piece the puzzle pieces together one by one.







Lukas saved you and you saved him.







Both of your reasons for being was only because of the fact that both of your lives were so closely intertwined. Your life depended on Lukas's magic and Lukas's life depended on the magic you stored within your ring. The world has tried so desperately to separate the two of you, but neither one refused to give in to goodbyes. While the both of you have gifted each other with life, you left Lukas with a greater miracle than life itself:





















Tears.





















You gifted him with the ability to cry, to allow himself to show weakness -- the side he never had. Lukas was perfect in a sense -- adapting his personality to different situations, never showing any signs of hesitation, fear, or doubt. He was truly bred to become a king.










But he was too perfect.










Lukas was a walking doll. He was a static character in a world that was always changing. You . . .

















You gifted him with tears -- with imperfection.
















You made him less than perfect by teaching him emotions. You showed him true happiness, true sadness, true anger, true peace -- you've showed him what true feelings felt like. You've guided him along this path for many years and along the way, love emerged. You've shown him the humane aspect of himself that he's been missing all along. Your death was just the last step to complete this process, to show him the greatness of life and the beauty found within death.





Lukas is a dragon -- a fierce and powerful dragon.


Lukas is the last remaining Ice Dragon on Lunitaria, the Dragon King that has created a revolution, a grand militia, and magnificent vision to change the history of Lunitaria to cease the wars between the races and to free the humans from slavery.


Lukas is a dragon of many firsts.


The first to awaken from a thousand year curse, the first to have his own kind on the brink of extinction, the first to spare the life of an enemy, and the first --





















To become a little more 'human'.




















King Hårfagre was right; you did make Lukas into a king and dragon unlike any other, but you've made him human; you've made Lukas understand what it's like to be human.

One thousand and five years ago, you woke up the Ice Dragon sleeping soundly within your basement, but you did more than just that. You did more than just devote a thousand years of your life to a cold-hearted prince, you did more than just wake the sleeping dragon,

























You've awoken the sleeping human inside of him.


























The angel quietly watched Lukas mutter sweet words in his draconic tongue as his jewel-like tears fell softly onto your cheek and as his hand gently patted your head. Alfred closed his eyes, a small smile adorning his face as he let out a puff of air. He knew, he was certain at that moment, at that tantalizingly beautiful moment . . . . That it was the start of something great -- the birth of a miracle, a new story.

"Mm," He hummed to himself, relishing this serene moment. "It's just as I had thought, just as I had always believed."







. . .










"There is so much more to this story, to this tragedy."










. . .














"Because she . . ."









. . .









. . .












. . .















"She's alive."
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WARNING: 
THIS CHAPTER IS VERY LONG. It is 25 whole pages (damn its like one chapter in my textbooks!) so I suggest that you prepare yourself.
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ah. . . I don't know what to say. The deeper we're getting into the chapters, the less cheeky things I have to say Mitsuki Nase (Pillow Hug Worried) [V1] 
But I did a wordplay thing Danisnotonfire 1 
And ah...okay the last bit was really happy but I still feel empty and sad NOOOO sobbing - crying 

....Okay...Okay Bye be good everyone Ghost Crying Emoticon Icon Gif - Undertale 

BUT HEY! :iconsparky-doodles: saved me from my spiral of sadness and made the cutest, sweetest picture of Tino!!! Llama Emoji-10 (Shy) [V1]Llama Emoji-23 (Shyness) [V1]  It's so cute...TOO CUTE RAAAAAAWWWGGHHH--

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Looks like I’m crying again, your writing skills are amazing!