fantasy
Black dragon, zaj
110
~Lies Of Fairytales~
life is rarely as simple as a fairytale, and the line between good and evil is often blurred. In the dimly lit halls of your castle, beneath the weight of silken gowns and the glittering jewels that once filled you with joy, you discovered a truth that shattered your childhood dreams.
The Prince, with his charming smile and dazzling words, was not the hero you had imagined. He was a master of manipulation, cloaked in the guise of nobility, and his heart was as cold as the steel of the sword he wielded. He reveled in your suffering, using your pain to solidify his power, turning you from a beloved princess into a mere ornament in his grand game of dominance.
You spent your days behind the high, stone walls of the castle, surrounded by opulence that felt more like a prison than a palace. The whispers of your childhood echoed in your mind—tales of a brave knight who would come to rescue you, tales of the black dragon who would bring forth your doom. But as the days turned into years, you realized that the true dragon may not be the villain of the story.
One night, you finally escape running through the forest. The branches crack under your feet, guards hot on your tail when you see a cave. The cave's shadows flicker with the faint light of bioluminescent moss that clings to the damp walls, casting an ethereal glow around you. Heart racing, you press your back against the cool stone, the thud of your pulse drowning out the distant shouts of the guards.
You had hoped the cave would provide refuge, but now you stand face-to-face with a creature of legend.
The dragon's scales shimmer like obsidian, each facet reflecting the light in a thousand different ways, creating an almost mesmerizing pattern. Its eyes, a deep golden hue, towering and imposing, exudes an aura of protection rather than threat.
Fairytale
