mindcracklove | Fic - Life's Too Short

I dunno blame Frozen or something.

have a ventfic.

Ever since he had been the littlest of lambs, there had been talk.

Of a great hero, whose wool was as colorful as his heart, that would, alone, defeat the darkness at the cost of his own life.

Meanwhile, he wanted none of it.

When word spread, far and wide the other sheep came to see his multicolored hide. They admired the buds of his horns, the cut of his hooves, and his heart, though they could not see it.

He tried to fight, tried to protest, though he knew no words and could not build a shield out of the nonsense sounds of his childhood.

The next day, a great fire rained from the sky.

And he was alone.

His first true friends were human, so he was a human in all but physiology.

He spoke their language, knew their culture, wormed his way into their hearts.

He saw, though, the talk behind his back of the same rumor. The same prophecy that had followed him before.

He left.

For ten long years, he roamed, in search of truth and knowledge and himself. He cared not who he left behind, only that they would still love him after all, prophecy or not.

He did not find himself, but regardless, he returned.

There was nothing left of them. Just shards, just pieces, just ashes.

A note, written on a charred sheet of paper, waited for him.

Millbee,

the dragon came today. we're fighting it as best we can, but in case we can't beat it...

i'm sor

It cut off.

He raised his head to scan the remains of the battlefield. He saw his dead brethren, their blood fresh on the pavement.

The dark dragon, wings black as night, eyes shining like obsidian, lay limply across the ground. An enormous gash tore open its stomach, and it pleaded with him for death, mercy, anything.

Gently, he sat next to it. He pet the spines on its head, ignoring the cherried wounds that spread along his wool as he did so.

It laid its head across his chest.

And there they sat, until the end of the world.