for @ambspo :)

she requested a fantasy AU and i actually

ended up loving the little concept i made!

the image above also gave me a bit of inspiration~

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Aching.

Your feet were aching worse then any other internal pain you'd felt.

You'd been walking for almost a week now with no stops, the shoes on your feet deteriorating with each treacherous path taken each day.

A 'Wanted' poster was clutched in your right hand harshly as you cursed, putting it up to your face to observe it once more.

"They can't even get my fucking face right..." You muttered, chuckling at how the person in the sketch looked like another person completely.

They were chubby and had long luxioruous hair, while you had short, wavy hair and were quite thin.

Of course, they had only conceived you to look like that because of your own sorcery.

You were a mage after all!

It was why you were wanted in the first place. You had been drunk in one of the local pubs and ended up getting into a fight with a big buff swordsmen who tried to grope you.

You... may have used a spell or two on him.

The swordsmen ended up with a broken hand and a very deeply impaled leg due to your earth-magics.

People had chased you out of the town, losing you almost immediately since you had made yourself hidden with a temporary invisibility spell.

And now... you frankly didn't even know where you were. All that you knew was that it had been roughly week, and that you were headed south.

The surrounding scenery was breathtaking though, comforting your solitude just a bit.

Trees sprouting from the ground like flowers, hanging over the misty air with their red leaves. Mountains towering over you, their peaks snowy and pointy at their peaks. The air was thick and moist because of the storms, leaving the ground moist and mushy. Everytime you had taken a step, the grass flattened and made a sludge noise, slightly disturbing your ears.

As you took in a deep breath, you seemed to notice a difference in the air. It had become much foggier and less-breathable for a mere moment, confusing you. It felt as though it may have been smoke perhaps, but you doubted it as a mountain had come into view before you.

"Maybe there'll be a cave here..." You said through an exhausted yawn, beginning your trek up the mountain. The inclination was definitely not good for your sore feet, but there was a trail which eased how directionless you felt.

After what seemed to be perhaps an hour, you came across a stone wall.

A groan escaped your lips as you thought your hike was for nothing, not wanting to waste your energy on sorcery.

"No.. this can't be it. The trail lead me here, so there must be something somewhere..." You rambled angrily to yourself, your fingers instinctively going to the stone wall. You traced along the stone, looking for some sort of indication of shelter.

You slightly jumped at the sensation of thick liquid, noticing a smear... of blood...

"AH!" You screamed, wiping the blood off of your hand.

After calming down and cleaning your hand approximately five times, you inspected the trail itself. The wall had a long path of blood trailing up its wall. The blood was clearly fresh, which made you tense.

You face-palmed, sighing.

"So be it..." You decided to create a wind-spell.

A silver hieroglyph appeared in front of you as you muttered the spell aloud, your feet lifting off the ground. Your weight shifted as you began to ascend higher and higher, a goofy grin appearing on your face.

You used the spell very often, but every single time the feeling of floating was still stomach-dropping.

The silver hieroglyph rotated around you as you reached the top of the cliff, dangling above the ground. You broke the spell by slashing through the hieroglyph with your wand.

Your feet hit the ground immediately, and you stumbled to catch yourself from falling. An exhale of relief left your lips as you wiped your forehead, looking up to see a cave.

You smiled in solace for a moment before realizing that the blood trail continued into the cave. A shiver of fear went down your spine for an instant as you clutched your wand, putting it back into your makeshift bag.

"I think I might need this.." You shook your head as you pulled your staff out. Slowly but surely you made your way to the cave's entrance, slightly quivering with anticipation as you peered into the crypt.

And inside, you had seen... a dragon.

It was bright red; the scales were polychromatic, shifting from red to a dark orange when the dragon moved and the light shone differently upon the majestic animal. It's eyes were a vibrant hue of yellow, long slits in the middle of the dragon's eyes.

Blood gushed out of the dragon's side, pouring onto the ground like a cascade.

It almost made you gag as your eyes widened.

"I thought dragons were extinct..." You stopped yourself from becoming excited, knowing the dragon was probably dangerous.

The dragon suddenly let out a pained whimper, trying to lay in a position that wouldn't hurt the punctured skin on his side. The noise startled you, however you couldn't help but clench your heart.

Why...

Why did you want to help it for some odd reason...