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Once upon a time, a prince was born. Dragon was the name given to the son of the Dwarf King and his Queen. They gave him the name as both a blessing and a warning. A prayer to grant him great health and strength, and a constant reminder to never use that strength to hurt others. They knew that monarchs and dragons were two sides of the same coin. Both are destined to hold great wealth and power, and both are cursed with violent death and sadness when they don't use it for others.

Despite their intentions, though, the young prince grew up to become spoiled and arrogant. The prince had everything. His dwarf strength and speed gave him the talent to become a great knight like father, and his princely standing meant the people opened themselves up to him immediately. He was strong, rich, envied and popular, so naturally he became arrogant and proud. Worried for his future, the king turned to his closest friend, the Hero of the Dreaming for guidance, and the Hero agreed to guide the idiot prince onto the true path. The Hero was tough on the young prince and stern with his training, but unfortunately, the prince's arrogance only heightened, as he reveled in the training and status of being the young squire of the greatest hero.

One day, the Hero and the arrogant little prince visited the great castle of the Hero's knight friend, where the annual knights' tournament was being held. The Hero had no interest in competing to see if anybody was stronger than him, and only appeared to stand on ceremony, but brought the prince to build relationships with the other future knights. The knight Lord of the castle introduced the young prince to his daughter. The prince was used to entertaining young court maidens; the vassals of his father often sent their most beautiful daughters to the capital solely in order to have them curry his favor. However, what he found wasn't a beautiful girl. This girl was ugly. The prince knew that he was short, but even compared to the other girls he met, this one had to be more than twice their height. And yet, she was skinny and gangly and pocked. The haughty prince was revolted and offended by the idea of the Lord wanting him to entertain a girl like this and pulled himself away from the ugly girl in disgust.

Seconds later, he found himself on the ground with liquid flowing out of his nose. In front of everyone, the girl had punched him straight in the nose and laid him out onto the floor. It took him a minute to stop his ears from ringing, but when his hearing and awareness return to him, he found himself surrounded by voices. Whispers insulting him, insulting the girl, insulting his master, insulting the lord, insulting his father. He felt embarrassed that his master had to escort him off the floor and into another room. He suddenly felt anythign but arrogance. Only shame. The Hero said and did nothing but comfort him and help him clean the blood from his nose, and that only made him feel worse.

The nasty comments about the Hero continued to follow the prideful prince throughout the ceremonies, but the shame began turning to anger. Despite his master telling him not to, after hearing a public suggestion of cowardice lobbed towards his master, the young prince declared his intention to participate and was added to the tournament roster. Despite his arrogance and bullheadedness, the prince had survived the training of the greatest hero in the world, and had the skill to prove it. He swiftly and cleanly bested more than half a dozen other squires in the tournament, before coming across one he had never expected. Stood before him was a girl. The one who stood more than double his height and half his weight; too tall to be a little girl but too skinny to be anything but.

The arrogant prince, taught not to fight girls, asked the girl to stand down before he had beaten her, but as soon as he heard her refusal, he found himself completely at her mercy. Despite his speed and strength, she completely dominated him and sent him flying into the ground in less than ten seconds, losing the tournament and his dignity as he was mocked for losing to a little girl that he began the fight by condescending to.

After allowing him to come to in the infirmary, the Hero escorted the humbled prince to the presence of the Lord of the castle and his daughter. Humbled, he bowed his head to the host and apologized for bringing embarrassment to both him and his daughter. He then got on his knees in front of the ugly girl and then apologized to her for insulting her.

Then he declared his name, Dragon Elafris, and proposed to her to ask her to always be together with him and become his eternal rival.

The girl smacked him across the face before declaring her name, Alyxia Sweetwynd, and accepting him as his eternal rival.

...

Decades later, the young King Dragon received word of a real life dragon finding its way into a recently revived castle in the southwest of Rosehelm and taken a noblewoman with them. Not wanting to waste the lives of his men, and if possible, getting the lady out without alerting the dragon at all, he rode alone. The Dwarf King was no longer arrogant and spoiled, and he had taken the warning to heart. As the only current sage of Soul magic, he was only one of a handful of Arcadian knights who could realistically survive a dragon attack, let alone slay one. As a king, he had to use his strength not just to save his kingdom, but its people as well. Not just save, but make sure they are able to live happily and proudly. Nobody else but the King could do so. After riding south for almost two full days, he eventually reached the outer walls of the reported castle..

Remaining vigilant, he kept his back against the wall of the castle and used his magic to search and detect a single mortal soul near the center of the manor. He rode his horse along the moat to the raised gate of the castle and tied its reins to a tree to prevent it from running off. From the horse, he retrieved his trusted sword and a single bouquet of roses. Then he made his way across the moat and made his way to a small hole in the castle walls that he could squeeze through at his dwarven stature. Using his Soul Sense, he made his way through the courtyard and eventually found the back of the central manor. He followed the soul's energy around to the front of the manor, but as he turned the corner, his eyes fell upon a massive structure made of ruffled blue silk hiding in plain sight towering above the manor. Drawing his sword from its scabbard, he hugged the wall he hid behind and continued to scan the area for any signs of hostility. It was clear to him that the princess was within the blue gossamer tent. He slinked the shadows before stepping in front of the blue sheer mountain and aimed his blade at it.

"Oy, bastard! Where do you think you're pointing that blade? I spent a lot of gold getting this dress made.

The king's eyes widened in horror. It wasn't because of the massive voice that rained the words down owner his head; experience taught him to expect things like this.
But not this voice.

"Alyxia?" He dropped the bouquet and slowly raised his head to look up at the beautiful face of his former fiancee. She was always much taller than him, but she wasn't a giantess.

"Eh, ah... I remember you," the dragon woman sneered, her familiar blue eyes gazing down at him in disdain and mockery. "Or more accurately, my past self Alyxia remebers you very well."

"Who... who are you!!" Dragon sputtered, the words fueled by rage and addled by sorrow. "Why are you wearing her face?!"

"Aw," the evil dragon mockingly whined. "Little Dragon, what makes you think I'm not still Alyxia? You really want to become the second dragon to kill me?"

Dragon raised his blade, but as soon as he decided in his head to fight and slay this monster, the tears in his eyes blurred his sight. He dropped his sword and fell to his knees, broken at what he was forced to do.

"As I expected," the voice above him exhaled softly above him, with a look Dragon could only describe as sadistic ecstacy. "I can't help but smile when I best you, Little Dragon. I will remain your princess."

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A short story about two old lovers and a curse that forces one to face the other as a unforgivable foe.

This was ready for literal months, but I just couldn't figure out how to write the story that I wanted to tell with it. I had the entire thing ready in my head, but putting it to paper was next to impossible. It wasn't until literally today that I could figure it out.

Yeah, I've been busy lately. Between work, school and Ramadan, I had no energy or time to think about anything creative. Even today, my first real day off in ages, I'm exhausted and just barely working on any hobbies. 😪

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As always, comments and critique are appreciated and appreciated. Thank you for all the faves and for being generally cool peoples. 😉
Please check out ZeroHour99 's other work, as well as the work of all the people featured in my gallery!

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A beautiful piece rendered by Thank you again and sorry for posting this up so late!

...

Once upon a time, a prince was born. Dragon was the name given to the son of the Dwarf King and his Queen. They gave him the name as both a blessing and a warning. A prayer to grant him great health and strength, and a constant reminder to never use that strength to hurt others. They knew that monarchs and dragons were two sides of the same coin. Both are destined to hold great wealth and power, and both are cursed with violent death and sadness when they don't use it for others.

Despite their intentions, though, the young prince grew up to become spoiled and arrogant. The prince had everything. His dwarf strength and speed gave him the talent to become a great knight like father, and his princely standing meant the people opened themselves up to him immediately. He was strong, rich, envied and popular, so naturally he became arrogant and proud. Worried for his future, the king turned to his closest friend, the Hero of the Dreaming for guidance, and the Hero agreed to guide the idiot prince onto the true path. The Hero was tough on the young prince and stern with his training, but unfortunately, the prince's arrogance only heightened, as he reveled in the training and status of being the young squire of the greatest hero.

One day, the Hero and the arrogant little prince visited the great castle of the Hero's knight friend, where the annual knights' tournament was being held. The Hero had no interest in competing to see if anybody was stronger than him, and only appeared to stand on ceremony, but brought the prince to build relationships with the other future knights. The knight Lord of the castle introduced the young prince to his daughter. The prince was used to entertaining young court maidens; the vassals of his father often sent their most beautiful daughters to the capital solely in order to have them curry his favor. However, what he found wasn't a beautiful girl. This girl was ugly. The prince knew that he was short, but even compared to the other girls he met, this one had to be more than twice their height. And yet, she was skinny and gangly and pocked. The haughty prince was revolted and offended by the idea of the Lord wanting him to entertain a girl like this and pulled himself away from the ugly girl in disgust.

Seconds later, he found himself on the ground with liquid flowing out of his nose. In front of everyone, the girl had punched him straight in the nose and laid him out onto the floor. It took him a minute to stop his ears from ringing, but when his hearing and awareness return to him, he found himself surrounded by voices. Whispers insulting him, insulting the girl, insulting his master, insulting the lord, insulting his father. He felt embarrassed that his master had to escort him off the floor and into another room. He suddenly felt anythign but arrogance. Only shame. The Hero said and did nothing but comfort him and help him clean the blood from his nose, and that only made him feel worse.

The nasty comments about the Hero continued to follow the prideful prince throughout the ceremonies, but the shame began turning to anger. Despite his master telling him not to, after hearing a public suggestion of cowardice lobbed towards his master, the young prince declared his intention to participate and was added to the tournament roster. Despite his arrogance and bullheadedness, the prince had survived the training of the greatest hero in the world, and had the skill to prove it. He swiftly and cleanly bested more than half a dozen other squires in the tournament, before coming across one he had never expected. Stood before him was a girl. The one who stood more than double his height and half his weight; too tall to be a little girl but too skinny to be anything but.

The arrogant prince, taught not to fight girls, asked the girl to stand down before he had beaten her, but as soon as he heard her refusal, he found himself completely at her mercy. Despite his speed and strength, she completely dominated him and sent him flying into the ground in less than ten seconds, losing the tournament and his dignity as he was mocked for losing to a little girl that he began the fight by condescending to.

After allowing him to come to in the infirmary, the Hero escorted the humbled prince to the presence of the Lord of the castle and his daughter. Humbled, he bowed his head to the host and apologized for bringing embarrassment to both him and his daughter. He then got on his knees in front of the ugly girl and then apologized to her for insulting her.

Then he declared his name, Dragon Elafris, and proposed to her to ask her to always be together with him and become his eternal rival.

The girl smacked him across the face before declaring her name, Alyxia Sweetwynd, and accepting him as his eternal rival.

...

Decades later, the young King Dragon received word of a real life dragon finding its way into a recently revived castle in the southwest of Rosehelm and taken a noblewoman with them. Not wanting to waste the lives of his men, and if possible, getting the lady out without alerting the dragon at all, he rode alone. The Dwarf King was no longer arrogant and spoiled, and he had taken the warning to heart. As the only current sage of Soul magic, he was only one of a handful of Arcadian knights who could realistically survive a dragon attack, let alone slay one. As a king, he had to use his strength not just to save his kingdom, but its people as well. Not just save, but make sure they are able to live happily and proudly. Nobody else but the King could do so. After riding south for almost two full days, he eventually reached the outer walls of the reported castle..

Remaining vigilant, he kept his back against the wall of the castle and used his magic to search and detect a single mortal soul near the center of the manor. He rode his horse along the moat to the raised gate of the castle and tied its reins to a tree to prevent it from running off. From the horse, he retrieved his trusted sword and a single bouquet of roses. Then he made his way across the moat and made his way to a small hole in the castle walls that he could squeeze through at his dwarven stature. Using his Soul Sense, he made his way through the courtyard and eventually found the back of the central manor. He followed the soul's energy around to the front of the manor, but as he turned the corner, his eyes fell upon a massive structure made of ruffled blue silk hiding in plain sight towering above the manor. Drawing his sword from its scabbard, he hugged the wall he hid behind and continued to scan the area for any signs of hostility. It was clear to him that the princess was within the blue gossamer tent. He slinked the shadows before stepping in front of the blue sheer mountain and aimed his blade at it.

"Oy, bastard! Where do you think you're pointing that blade? I spent a lot of gold getting this dress made.

The king's eyes widened in horror. It wasn't because of the massive voice that rained the words down owner his head; experience taught him to expect things like this.
But not this voice.

"Alyxia?" He dropped the bouquet and slowly raised his head to look up at the beautiful face of his former fiancee. She was always much taller than him, but she wasn't a giantess.

"Eh, ah... I remember you," the dragon woman sneered, her familiar blue eyes gazing down at him in disdain and mockery. "Or more accurately, my past self Alyxia remebers you very well."

"Who... who are you!!" Dragon sputtered, the words fueled by rage and addled by sorrow. "Why are you wearing her face?!"

"Aw," the evil dragon mockingly whined. "Little Dragon, what makes you think I'm not still Alyxia? You really want to become the second dragon to kill me?"

Dragon raised his blade, but as soon as he decided in his head to fight and slay this monster, the tears in his eyes blurred his sight. He dropped his sword and fell to his knees, broken at what he was forced to do.

"As I expected," the voice above him exhaled softly above him, with a look Dragon could only describe as sadistic ecstacy. "I can't help but smile when I best you, Little Dragon. I will remain your princess."

---

A short story about two old lovers and a curse that forces one to face the other as a unforgivable foe.

This was ready for literal months, but I just couldn't figure out how to write the story that I wanted to tell with it. I had the entire thing ready in my head, but putting it to paper was next to impossible. It wasn't until literally today that I could figure it out.

Yeah, I've been busy lately. Between work, school and Ramadan, I had no energy or time to think about anything creative. Even today, my first real day off in ages, I'm exhausted and just barely working on any hobbies. 😪

---

As always, comments and critique are appreciated and appreciated. Thank you for all the faves and for being generally cool peoples. 😉
Please check out ZeroHour99 's other work, as well as the work of all the people featured in my gallery!

Twitter | Pixiv | FurAffinity

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