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2019-04-16
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2019-04-16
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What makes a god?

Summary:

"Legends say that the Four Elder Dragons, Firstborns of Heaven, came from the skies, shaping the world into what we know today, before retreating to the mystical lands they call Shangri-La, where it’s always spring and summer and fall and winter at the same time, and the air is ever-rich with the scent of peach trees.
This story, however, isn’t about the Great Elders, or the creation of the world as we know it.
This story is about one lone boy of a dragon and one curious dragon of a boy – and more than anything, this story is about them learning not to be lonely anymore."

Alternatively, Taekwoon thinks he's happy living in his seaside cave with his dragon soulmate and he does not want anything to do with those nasty humans, thank you very much.
That is, until a great big storm brings Hakyeon quite literally to their feet.

Notes:

So this story is kind-of a spinoff from a Woogyu story of a friend of mine (which is sadly unavailable on the internets), but also quite possibly the best, nicest thing I've ever made so, here we go. I made the prologue to give a little bit of world-building context, but I'm told it's completely understandable without it too.

Music to listen to: anything&everything by Florence & The Machine, especially What the Water Gave Me and Never Let Me Go, also the discography by Of Monsters and Men, especially Slow Life and Your Bones and Thousand Eyes , Taekwoon's 'Dream', VIXX's 'Shangri-La' and 'Sorry' by Kim Sunggyu.

Chapter 1: Prologue

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Legends say that the Four Elder Dragons, Firstborns of Heaven, came from the skies, shaping the world into what we know today, before retreating to the mystical lands they call Shangri-La, where it’s always spring and summer and fall and winter at the same time, and the air is ever-rich with the scent of peach trees.

They also say all dragons descended from them. They say that these dragons, majestic and magical, ancient and wise, lived among men, that people worshipped them as gods, bestowing them with riches and gifts and adoration, in exchange for favors and gifts, for the Sun and the Stars and the gentle South Breeze, for a myriad favors of the mountains and the winds and the seas and the flames.

They say that after a while, men grew tired, living under the rule of dragons, and drove them away, and the dragons hid, leaving only a few of their still-loyal servants behind.

What they don’t say is that dragons fled because the growing greed of men chased them away. What they don’t say is that still they kept watching over them, helping and guiding from the shadows. What they don’t tell is how, in their darkest hour, they still came, giving men the greatest gift yet – a sliver of their very own immortal soul, merged together, binding dragon and human inseparably into greater, stronger, more magical beings than the world had seen since the Elders. The people of dragons – the dragons of the people.

What they don’t talk about is how these dragons that are people that are dragons, still live amongst men – on the highest mountain tops and the deepest forests, they still remain, watching over, and that their magic continues to weave the fabric of the universe.

This story, however, isn’t about the Great Elders, or the creation of the world as we know it.

This story is about one lone boy of a dragon and one curious dragon of a boy – and more than anything, this story is about them learning not to be lonely anymore.

 

"In the arms of the ocean, so sweet and so cold
And all this devotion, well, I never knew at all
And the questions I have for a sinner released
In the arms of the ocean deliver me
Never let me go-"