A thousand memories, swirling together like notes to a symphony. Every laugh, every smile, every embrace, remembered to perfection, creating that golden age of existence.
In the meadow, they shared their treats.
In the city square, they indulged in their harmless shenanigans.
On the rooftop, they smiled, their fingers interlaced as they admired the radiant stars.
"The Royal Guard, huh?" the dragon asked. "Not too shabby."
"I couldn't have done it without you," the fairy said. "You gave me the push I needed."
"Yeah, but you're the one who cleared the hurdle. You're the one who got the gold star. Now, the award for 'Best Assistance', I will gladly take."
"I'll see what I can do."
The two chuckled,
before the fairy tightened her squeeze.
"We're still the same, right?" she asked. "Nothing's gonna change between us?"
The dragon smirked. "Not unless you get all snobby." Her tune changed when she saw her companion's hunger for a real answer. "No. Nothing's gonna change. You're still gonna be my favorite person in this very weird world. And to prove that . . ."
She reached into her pocket to reveal a green ribbon.
"I think this'll look nice on you, even with that big head of yours."
"Look who's talking, Miss Long Ass Neck."
Gladly, the fairy accepted the present—the symbol of an everlasting bond.
"Thank you," she said through quivering heartstrings. "This means a lot." She blushed. "You're, um, you're my favorite person too."
The dragon grinned. "Why, thank you. I'm just so amazing, aren't I?"
The duo giggled, and feeling the moment ripen, the fairy took the initiative, leaning over to kiss her beloved dragon on the cheek.
When she pulled back, her cheeks mirrored strawberries. "S-Sorry. I'm probably getting ahead of myself."
"Not at all." The dragon beamed. "I was sorta hoping you'd do that sooner."
Their happiness drifted to the clouds, molding perfectly their luscious paradise.
* * *
She awoke to the familiar hush of her bedroom, buried in her blankets as her curtains blocked the sun's lucent morning rays. Fatigue flooded her bloodstream, and her eyelids felt heavy like steel. Nonetheless, she understood when duty called. Thus, with iron discipline did she rise from her mattress to trudge through her tidy chamber.
First, to her dish of water, which she used to wash her face.
Then, to her closet, where she swapped her nightgown for her more refined attire.
Lastly, her desk, where her various ornaments—her hairpins, her gloves—begged to be brought along; a request she granted.
She didn't hesitate to wear her treasured seafoam ribbon.
Once all set, the fairy brought herself over to her mirror, and finding no faults, she departed, swinging open her door to step into the outside world.
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Melody of the Holoverse
Fanfiction"I stood before the great serpent, my heart quivering with platinum as she whispered my destiny." In the outskirts of Eridios, Violet Newcastle lives her peaceful life, helping her grandfather with the farm as she simply wonders what she'll be havi...
