Dragon God of Ideals, Calamity, Strife, Ruin, Death, & Catastrophe

"...long ago, in the dark age. In the age of where Dragons ruled dominantly, and then, cataclysmic event caused all of them to vanish. Thousands, and thousands of years ago, four dragons wrote the history books with their sheer presence."

Vaniti and I sat within an open theatre, red curtains, stage lights and everything. Kids, adults, teeangers, all came to watch the show.

Although I couldn't grasp a good feeling about it. It felt…off, to be fair. It's like watching something happen that seemed so miniscule be blown up to extreme proportions. It's happen to me several times, but I would have to say this is the greatest.

None of them would understand that the reason why millions…and millions of dragons disappeared was actually the players due to the server shutdown, which just goes to show how many people were playing in the last days.

And yet, I, the unlucky one, got trapped here. For almost 10,000 years. 10,000. Turned to stone, got petrified, and sat in a statue for longer than most people's bloodlines so much my hair turned into the color of stone.

No biggie, or at least that's what I'm supposed to believe.

But yeah, let's take this Shakespearean play and see how accurately the people managed to tell the tale.

The man stood on the stage, with a bard's outfit on. His heels clicked against the wooden platform to yet again grab everyone's attention.

"In the days of the Dark Age, those who managed to prove great feats, and amazing prowess were given the title of Sovereign, Dragon Sovereign. Throughout the Dark Ages, these were the dragons to fear the most. They were practically…Dragon Gods."

I deadpan.

Wrong.

If anything, there was nothing to fear or worship about Sovereigns. It just brought more attention to you. A bright, shiny, and glowing title overhead, and a PvP open combat area was all anyone needed to try and flex to say they beat a Sovereign.

It wasn't the fact that they would lose, but the fact that they could win, or just make you angry. Was both, honestly. The worse thing about it is that…you couldn't removed the title beforehand. So statistically, even if you gained a better title, Sovereign would just override it.

It wasn't until many, many DLC and updates later that they gave everyone the ability to customize which title you had overhead, but for most Sovereigns at that point, it never did matter.

The masses already memorized our ID's, character slots, and gaming times. I mean, shoot, there was a whole 3rd-party-site for it. By that time? Most Sovereigns either got fed up with the game from being targeted or ganked so much.

Thankfully, I was never one of them. Skill issue for all of those who tried to measure up to me, honestly.

"Of the four, the Sovereign of Ideas and Knowledge, the Sovereign of Life and Fertility, as well as the Sovereign of Victory and War, there was another. A…cursed Dragon God."

"The Dragon Sovereign…of Ideals. Of Calamity. Of Strife, Ruin, Death…and Catastrophe."

"His name? The Great…Ryuuzen Valeflame."

Huh?

My eyes widened, I didn't know what to think or say anymore. The curtains unveiled before the bard, and there behold, was a marble statue.

A high chair, and then a being, sitting comfortably in it. Leg crossed over his knee, his head resting on his knuckles.

It didn't look familiar.

But the name.

The exact name.

It couldn't have been a coincidence. So what Aarx the Old said…it's really true?

That my own legacy has been turned into propaganda?

"The Black Silver Dragonoid was the fiercest dragon to ever live. While others sought fame and fortune…he sought after the marveled power of the dragons. The Dragon Sage—an ability so dense, power so great, it could shake the heavens."

Everyone in the crowd gasped.

"Rumor has it that he always started out strong. Crushing those who got in his way towards the ultimate path of power. He ascended above all other dragons, and was only rivaled by few."

I shake my head. No, not what happened. I was very much rivaled. I got my ass beat sometimes by PvP players. I wasn't indestructible or almighty like you all think I was.

And…and I was just trying to obtain some dumb silly class in a VRMMORPG game. I wasn't trying to be God in any shape or form.

I was none of that! So…who? Who exactly started this myth of me?

"If it wasn't for the closing stages of the Dark Age, I'm afraid we wouldn't be standing here today. He would've shaped the world into his perfect view, for him and his ideals alone. For his greatest quote remains stamped in history…as it goes…"

"The only way to progress…is to chase the ideals of the future.."

The bard bowed after saying that, and the audience roared up in applause. Clapping, loudly. But I didn't—I literally couldn't.

Because when I stared everywhere else, everyone's eyes remained on the statue. And when I looked at it. Looked at the…Sovereign Ryuuzen.

It felt like he was staring deep into my soul.

My heart beat slowly, my hand immediately clutched my chest. I got up fast enough and walked out of the open theatre. My breathing shaky.

No…no that didn't just happen, did it?

I'm…I'm not the devil of this world.

Am I?

I don't know. My legacy has grown monstrous, my name is feared and revered. 

I…I don't think I can undo it. Not at all.

I kept walking. Chains clinking around my cloak. My tail coiled, froze. I heard footsteps and it was immediately Vaniti was catching up.

"Ryuuzen? Are you okay?" She asked. Concerned. Genuinely.

I nod my head like I'm supposed to. "Y-yeah, just…the play. I couldn't watch it anymore."

My eyes don't even make eye contact with her. I just look straight ahead.

"The…the statue. The Sovereign. He and I have the same name. It's crazy, isn't it? He seems like a scary guy."

I speak, but shit, if I'm being honest? I don't even believe this. I'm trying to throw out a considerable lie and bluff and hope Vaniti goes for it.

Because everyone here in Aurea Islands never knew Ryuuzen Valeflame.

And they could never connect the dots…I just don't know why.

The closest was Sultan, but he only found out that I was a Dragon, not the Sovereign of many fucking titles Ryuuzen.

I laughed, chuckled afterwards, but I stopped hearing the footsteps. Vaniti stopped walking alongside me.

Slowly turning around, she looked at the ground, and then back towards me.

It felt like time slowed, because for once since I've known her.

She looked… disappointed.

And then, she spoke.

"...You…you say that as if it's not you, Ryuuzen."

My breath was lodged in my throat.

"I'm…the Consort of Calamity. The only true consort to the Dragon Sovereign of Strife and Ideals." She speaks as if she's known for the longest. That Vaniti had always, known who she was walking alongside with.

Who trained her, and helped her, and guided her.

It doesn't sound like a bluff—no. It sounds like the honest truth.

Then.

She slowly raised her arm.

"You."