A young boy stared at the crowd in the distance with an apathetic gaze, he was wearing torn clothes and there wasn't a single speck on his body free from dirt and scum. He had long, black hair that was sullied by dirt and dust and beautiful, dreamy scarlet eyes.
His handsome and cute features had been sullied by the neglect and harsh conditions he had faced. Something a child of his tender age should never even be subjected to.
Bright red lights shone in his eyes and he gazed at the festival of the New Year. But could he enjoy something ?
He had no family. No Humanity.
Why did he prefer this site?
He watched with rapt attention, even though his Apathetic face did not show it.
A vibrant and captivating performance, known as the Dance of Dragons. It was one of the only things that caught his attention. Something…awakened inside him whenever his eyes bore the spectacle of the dancing dragons. The Dragon Dance always took place in the heart of the city. Crowds of people gather along the streets, and a sense of excitement and anticipation fills the air. Red lanterns and decorations adorn buildings and storefronts, adding to the festive atmosphere. But his gaze never left the dragons.
He saw them to be…unique. Something…Special!
His scarlet eyes were illuminated by the bright lights, and the fire the dragons emitted.
He was isolated from the outside world…No.
He was in his own world. A world where only he and the dragons existed. A world where everything had vanished…except the boy and the dragons.
The dragons continued their dance, and the boy examined them in great detail.
The star of the world is the dragon itself, a long and sinuous creature made of colorful silk and adorned with intricate designs. In this world of his…only it reigned supreme... Typically, the dragon's body is segmented and carried by a team of skilled performers, each holding a pole to manipulate the dragon's movements…But here? It's alive. The dragon's head appears to be a masterpiece to the scarlet-eyed boy, a masterpiece. Featuring a fearsome expression with gleaming eyes and razor-sharp teeth. The dragon opened its mouth to reveal its sharp teeth but the boy did not even flinch.
The dragon continues its dance, entertaining the boy. Making slithery yet charming movements that appeal to him, and only him. It twists and turns in a charming fashion, mimicking the movements of the dragons that once soared the skies of Murim.
But it cannot compare, the dragon made of silk and cloth just can't hope to compare with the mythical beasts he dreamt of. The ones he saw paintings of.
Those large beasts, capable of destroying Murim…He dreamt of them long ago. And since then he had been trying to find them again.
But he had been unsuccessful for so long…he had even managed to create his own world at his tender age.
But he simply did not get that same feeling.
Whilst he was lost in his memories, trying to remember the only dream he had dreamt.
But no matter what he did, he was unable to find any resemblance between the dragon in front of him and the dragon in his dreams.
The Dragon Dance was reaching its climax with a dramatic finale. The dragon reared up high, seemingly attempting to capture a celestial pearl hanging above its head. If there was a crowd, then they would be erupting in cheers but only the boy was present in this blank world.
Finally, a word escaped the boy's lips. His voice was soft but cold. But it was something that would cause one to lower their guard, unable to notice the demon hidden within.
As soon as he muttered the word moon, the world around him changed. The heavens were formed and even the dragon was enlarged. Its silhouette roamed the heavens themselves, its figure casting a shadow upon the Earth. The color of the dragon changed to an eternal pure white like the snow, and it circled around the moon, its figure magnificent but also terrifying. The dragon was so large that it encompassed the moon entirely!
That was the dragon he had seen in his dreams! That was it!
That was what he had dreamt of for the first and only time! The manifestation of his one and only dream.
A dragon! Not the filthy ones or dirty ones that were made by the people of Murim…but a real, bonafide dragon!
The boy stood up, he had stopped hugging his knees and finally stood up. When one looked at him once he was standing…he was malnourished. But the shocking thing was even the dirt and malnutrition could not hide his beauty, well not by a lot that is.
His most prominent features were his scarlet eyes, which directly contrasted with the diamond-like eyes of the dragon in the skies.
Whispered the boy, even though the dragon was high up in the skies…It seemed to have heard the boy's voice even though it was high in the skies, it stopped circling the moon and gazed at the young, scarlet-eyed boy with an unknown gaze.
The dragon roared, and the world seemed to tremble. The boy stumbled and fell to his knees. The dragon's roar had made him paralyzed.
Yet…he dared to go against it.
Another roar resounded, and the world broke apart more but the boy stood up, no matter how much pressure was put on him…He withstood it.
He gazed at the dragon with firm, unrelenting eyes. And the dragon did the same.
It roared one final time and descended.
The heavens themselves split apart as the dragon descended, carrying the moon with it on its tail.
Within a second, the dragon had reached the boy and swallowed him whole.
The boy woke up in the world of Murim once again, the crowd had disappeared and he was left alone in the streets, a deathly cold grasping his figure. His clothes provided him no warmth.
But he ignored all of this…the only thing his mind was enraptured in was the single question.
"What did that dream mean?"