Love like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river || Wriolette

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It was a cold morning in Fontaine. Rain was pouring down the trees into the primordial Sea. The drops spiraled into the huge water surface as the wind gave a nice cooling breeze. 

There once was a legend that under the mountains of Fontaine,,, a dragon was resting. A mighty creature covered in scales. A creature with big claws and sharp teeth. Enormous wings which could easily fly the beast into the mountains, or even the villages of Fontaine. It was told the only other creatures it ever saw were the otters and sometimes a Melusine if it was lucky. The sight of this beast was supposed to be cursed. You’d be the first person to be dissolved by the water once the prophecy evolved onto the next few stages. Every Fontainian feared the prophecy with all their heart. Even if they here someone jokingly say things such as ‘the dragon is here!!’ They all cover their eyes and tremble as they panicked. 

One day on a peaceful misty afternoon Wriothesley was taking a hike through the Fontainian forest along the ocean. He sights and decided to take a small break and sat down on a rock at the coastside. He arched his back and rested his head on his arms, so he couldn’t really see anything besides his own figure. He was quietly listening to the sounds of nature, Hiking like this was the only thing that calmed Wriothesley’s busy mind. Running away from your problems and being a wanted criminal wasn’t an easy way of living. As he sat there he heard different types of birds chirping in the trees, miles away he could hear hillichurls make all kinds of funny noises. He softly smiles and his cheeks flush a bit. He feels at ease. 

Then a different noise suddenly appeared. A nearby shell crushes on the sand. Wriothesley slowly looks up. He didn’t know what he’d expected to see, but not this. The moment he raised his head up he saw some creature’s claws in front of him. They looked so big as if they could grab him and slice him up without any remorse. Wriothesley slowly looked up a little more. A body covered in shining white and blue scales, still dripping water from the primordial sea. His eyes then went to the biggest wings he’d ever seen. You couldn't compare these with any windglider. 

Then he realized what was standing in front of him. He was looking at the most feared creature Fontaine has ever known. The hydro dragon. The cursed legend himself. The one thing the commoners and him shared an opinion on. He was already looking at it so why not look up to see the creature’s head. Ice blue eyes pierced right through him as their eyes met. Was this monstrous creature going to kill him? Should he try to slay it? He was all on his own so there wasn’t much of a chance against it. Yet will he ever have an opportunity like this again? If he manages to kill this terrific beast that's been haunting Fontaine ever since he was born,, will people love him again? He could even be a hero! Wriothesley, the one who slaughtered the beast and saved the entire nation of Fontaine! 

Oh Wriothesley, what will you do?