the last dragon (yona of the dawn)

Chapter 1:the Last Dragon

Chapter One: The Last Dragon

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Shin-ah pov:

Dull golden eyes stared half-lidded in the distance, sword slick with the blood of his enemies remaining firmly in his grip, its tip turned towards the ground.

It was over.

The greying clouds overtook the bright sky, thunder rumbling forebodingly in the distance. It wasn't long before the heavy clouds began releasing drops of water, the soft pitter patter of the droplets quickly becoming a sheen of rain that began cascading towards the rocky ground, as if doing its best to scrub it free of the blood that came from the limp bodies that littered the previously raging search battlefield.

Only one lone man stood amongst the lifeless bodies, his clothes ripped and sticky with both his blood and the blood of those he killed. It seemed anywhere he looked there was red everywhere, the rain not doing such a great job in ridding it off the hard ground.

He exhaled, watching his breath turn into mist, and shifted. In doing so, his foot gently bumped into what felt like soft flesh. He paused and slowly turned his gaze down; ignoring the bloody massacre around him until it finally rested on a serene face framed with previously vibrant red hair.

The spell broke, his vision suddenly cleared, and his firm grip on his sword slackened until it slipped to the ground in a harsh clang! His now focused gaze frantically swept over the body of his master, his princess, his first friend.

It didn't escape his attention that her lifeless hand still held on tightly onto the horned mask he had given to her a long time ago.

Yo… na…

His body seized and his legs suddenly lost all strength, and he proceeded to tumble like a broken doll towards the bloody ground, his head landing right beside the still face of Yona. With his body paralyzed, the only thing he could do was stare in horror at the closed eyes of his friend, her face the epitome of peace after battle.

His own face crumbled in anguish and he finally released a heart-wrenching scream.

Yona!

His vision blurred, and tears of grief began cascading down his face. He sobbed and screamed, ignoring the pain in his underused throat. It was the most sound he ever created in his whole life, the heart-wrenching sound echoing amongst the dead silence of the search battlefield. He didn't care if their enemies are still alive, he only cared about his dearest Yona.

Without glancing around him, he knew the bodies of his brothers and Hak are near. He had watched all of them die one by one, each moment feeling like he had been the one receiving their fatal wounds. The sheer number of the army had overwhelmed them and they had fallen, but not before taking out whole legions of soldiers with them in the afterlife. He was the last one left simply because anyone he looked at swiftly had their hearts crushed by his powerful gaze and their bodies butchered by his mighty blade.

His brothers all died just the way they would have liked it: by protecting their master and friend to the very end.

He just wished he could say the same.

He tried forcing his stiff fingers to close in on her wrist, disregarding the horrible pain as bone ripped through skin and muscle from the force. He was desperate to feel the warm and kind hands that always cups his face whenever he uses his curse. Thinking back, his past all seemed so trivial now.

Only Yona is important. Only her.

His tear-filled gaze swept over her back, and at the precious blood pooling from under her. He saw her get stabbed through the back by an unknown soldier, to everyone's horror. Being the nearest, he had swiftly returned the favor; brutally cutting his head and limbs off as well as crushing his heart under his powerful gaze, but it wasn't enough. Yona isn't coming back.