|Yaoi| Diluc X Oc - My fire has been... extinguished

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙𝟚: ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ ꜱᴀʏꜱ...

In the annals of history, a legend persisted across millennia, whispered among the inhabitants of a small, secluded city. This legend spoke of a mysterious boy, a child unlike any other. He was found one frigid winter night, abandoned in the snow, by an elderly woman who lived on the outskirts of the city. The woman, though advanced in years and frail in health, took the boy in with open arms and a warm heart. She had raised him as her own, despite his peculiar appearance and the icy chill that seemed to emanate from him. His skin was as pale as freshly fallen snow, his hair a ghostly white, and his eyes the piercing blue of glacial ice. His touch was unnaturally cold, and he discovered early on that if he wasn't careful, his very fingers could freeze anything they contacted.

As the boy grew, so did the whispers and wary glances from the people. By the time he reached his teenage years, fear and suspicion had turned to open hostility. The citizens, unable to comprehend his strange powers and unusual looks, began to ostracize him. They whispered that he was cursed, a bringer of misfortune. Children were warned to stay away from him, and he often found himself the target of bullying and beatings. The old woman, his guardian, was the only one who stood by him, offering solace and wisdom. She told him stories of ancient times, of battles and heroes, and of a mysterious race of beings known as Archons, who wielded elemental powers. The boy found some comfort in these tales, though he could not shake the feeling of being an outsider.

One fateful day, an altercation with a particularly spiteful old man escalated beyond control. The man, filled with hatred and fear, sought to harm the young boy, pushing him to the brink of his patience. In a moment of desperation and self-defense, the young boy's powers surged uncontrollably, and the old man was transformed into a statue of ice. Horror-stricken by his own actions. He knew that if the villagers discovered what he had done, their anger and fear would drive them to violence. Thus, he decided to leave the only home he had ever known, embarking on a solitary journey into the heart of the icy mountains that surrounded the city. For days, the young boy wandered through the snow-covered peaks, honing his abilities and pushing the limits of his powers. The harsh environment that would have been deadly for others was a haven for him. He felt a strange affinity with the ice and snow, a connection that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. One day, deep within the mountains, he stumbled upon a majestic fortress made entirely of ice. It was an ethereal structure, shimmering in the pale sunlight, and as he stepped inside, he felt a profound sense of belonging. It was as if the fortress recognized him, welcoming him home.

In the solitude of the icy citadel, he trained relentlessly, mastering his powers and uncovering the depths of his potential. He came to understand that he was no ordinary boy but an Archon, a being of immense elemental power. The stories the old woman had told him were true; he was the last of his kind, hidden away to survive the brutal Archon War that had claimed the lives of his predecessors. The fortress was a sanctuary, a remnant of his heritage, and within its frozen walls, he found ancient texts and relics that revealed his lineage and destiny.

Years passed, and he transformed from a frightened, ostracized boy into a formidable man, the embodiment of the very element that had defined his life. He embraced his identity as the Archon of Ice, a protector and ruler of the frozen realm. The knowledge he gained within the fortress equipped him to wield his powers with precision and wisdom. He was no longer the outcast, but the rightful heir to the throne of ice, a position that had been vacant since the fall of the original Archon.

Word of a powerful being dwelling in the icy mountains began to spread, reaching even the secluded city that had once shunned him. The tales spoke of a man with the ability to control ice and snow, a guardian of the frozen wilderness. The man's legend grew, and with it, a sense of awe and reverence replaced the fear and hatred that had once plagued him. The people, once afraid of his difference, now looked to him with hope, recognizing his strength and the protection he offered against the harsh elements.

The man's journey from an abandoned child to the Archon of Ice was a testament to resilience and self-discovery. He had been forged in the crucible of isolation and adversity, emerging stronger and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. His tale was one of redemption and acceptance, not only of himself but also from those who had once cast him aside. The fortress of ice remained his home, a symbol of his enduring legacy and the power he wielded with grace and responsibility.

In the quiet moments within his icy domain, the often thought of the old woman who had shown him kindness when no one else would. Her stories had given him hope and a sense of purpose, guiding him even after her death. He vowed to honor her memory by using his powers to protect and nurture, rather than to harm. The legend of  the man, the Archon of Ice, became a beacon of hope and a reminder of the strength that lies within, even in the face of overwhelming odds. And so, his story was passed down through generations, a legend of a boy who grew up to become a guardian of the ice, an Archon whose heart was as pure and resilient as the element he commanded.

Even if the tale of the Archon of Ice began with hardship and isolation and eventually blossomed into a narrative of power and acceptance, it did not conclude with the happiness it once promised. The Archon of Ice, had come to learn of a truth that seemed to echo a destiny both wondrous and harrowing: he had a twin brother, separated from him at birth, who was the Archon of Fire. This revelation came as a shock but also as a beacon of hope and kinship. Over time, The Archin of Ice sought out his brother, and their reunion was nothing short of miraculous. The dichotomy of their elemental natures—fire and ice—symbolized a balance that neither could achieve alone.

Their bond strengthened with each passing year, a brotherhood forged in the crucible of their shared powers and histories. They discovered the complementarity of their elements, finding ways to harmonize their abilities in a manner that brought peace and stability to the lands they governed. The citizens, who once feared and misunderstood them, began to see the power of their unity. The fortresses of ice and fire became twin beacons of hope and strength. However, the tranquility of their bond was not meant to last. The Archon of Ice began to sense an unsettling shift, a shadow that seemed to loom over their brotherhood. One day, this feeling of foreboding became unbearable, compelling him to visit his brother's fortress. His heart pounded with a sense of urgency as he traversed the fiery landscape that led to his brother's domain. When he arrived, the sight that greeted him was a scene from his darkest nightmares. The grand fortress of fire, usually ablaze with life and energy, was eerily quiet. Desperation clawed at him as he frantically searched for his brother.

Finally, in a secluded chamber, he found him. His brother, The Archon of Fire lay motionless, his once vibrant body now lifeless and slowly disintegrating into ashes. The vibrant flames that had always surrounded him flickered weakly, casting an eerie glow on his ashen form. The Archon of Ice defeated fell to his knees beside his brother, cradling the fragile remains in his arms. He wept openly, his cries of sorrow and anguish echoing through the silent halls. His brother had been the only family he had ever known, the one soul who understood his burdens and powers.

In his grief, Alaric's tears froze as they fell, creating a stark contrast to the warm ashes of his brother. Amid his sorrow, his eyes fell upon a map lying near his brothers body. It bore cryptic markings and locations, suggesting a path to those responsible for his brother's death. The realization of foul play ignited a fire within him that rivaled the flames his brother once controlled. His sorrow transformed into a cold, unyielding rage. Whoever had taken his brother from him would pay dearly. Sworn to vengeance, the Archon of ice set out to follow the clues on the map.