✧･ﾟ : AUGUST :･ﾟ✧

A long time ago, harmony reigned in the world, deities blessed some settlements and even kingdoms, but over time, they began to notice how greedy people can be, they did not want to help those who wanted to harm others. The heads began to leave those who wanted to seize lands with their help and gain power for their own benefit. They settled in forests, mountains, even in heaven, creating oases for themselves and their heirs by their own efforts. Here, years later, a young deity called Augustus appeared, he wanted to live on a wooded hill near a small village of people, the creature was too much interested in them. The dragon protected the village for years, watched from afar as generations changed, a kingdom with a church appeared near the village, which carried its faith (in fact, just brainwashed people)

On one of the peaceful days, the most terrible thing happened, the deities, who were greedy and evil in themselves, wanted to turn everything upside down and stand at the head, overthrowing the wise and good heads. A bloody war began, August and his friend tried to protect the heads, fighting in the hope of a good future. But the war did not become victorious for anyone, the heads fell to the ground turning into ashes, releasing their pain from betrayal around the world, as well as the evil deities who fell by their own stupidity (they also released curses and filth). August lost his best friend in this battle, which closed him from a fatal blow, he fell to the ground with him, right on the hill where the Dragon lived. Shedding bitter tears over the dissolving friend, August let him go and in the same place, on the ground, a huge tree grew on which blue flowers bloomed, the field was covered with plants clearing everything around.

The dragon decided to stay there, to continue to protect the people, this small village that has become dear to him. But people didn't know who was to blame, who arranged all this. And one of the quiet nights, one of those evil spirits that started that terrible war appeared, he decided to take everything into his own hands, get power in his own way. While Augustus was sleeping, he burned the village to the ground, destroyed everything and escaped by framing Augustus. People became angry at the Dragon, thought it was August and decided to take revenge on the unsuspecting young deity. When they came to him, they wounded him while he was in his vulnerable human form and set fire to the field where he lived in order to deprive him of shelter, to make him feel what people had experienced. The dragon did not understand why he was treated in such a way, what happened in such a short time. He tried to gather his strength and stand up... to rise up to find out, to help those who would seem to have betrayed him. It turned out that people, not knowing the truth, set trouble on the dragon... They told the ruler of the lands they were on about the deity, which is now vulnerable due to wounds.

The dragon was chained (of course, shamans and those who possess magic did this), and they subdued him by locking him in a special place. The king of the lands, tried to force the dragon to submit, tortured and starved him, wanting to use him for the sake of obtaining lands and winning wars. And now after a year later, the dragon became so weak that the shamans managed to capture his consciousness, subdue him and transfer him into the clutches of the king. The king used the dragon for selfish purposes, forced him to kill and destroy villages and other kingdoms. He forced me to look at it, at the pleading and the blood, while doing this, the dragon cried from impotence, from the fact that he could not gain the strength to stop doing it. And then one day the king got to the village where Augustus lived, by that time it had already been rebuilt, but it did not belong to the greedy king. He wanted to incite the deity on the village so that they would go under his oppression, the Dragon, seeing where he was, tried to get out, tried to escape from control in advance. And at some point, right on the dragon's face, which was already ready to spit, a petal that grew on the tree where his friend died landed. Unexpectedly for himself, he felt a surge of strength, felt as if his best friend was somewhere nearby, supporting and helping him. Salt the heavy shackles that were on the dragon fell, freeing his consciousness from control. He was angry at people for what they did to him, for torturing him and forcing him to destroy other people's lives.

A dragon whose mind was clouded by hatred and a desire for revenge attacked that kingdom, attacked those who had used it for so long, he tore those into pieces, destroyed the castle and the whole kingdom, bursting into bitter tears from resentment and indescribable rage. Soon the dragon's paws began to turn black from the filth that began to cover him and noticing this, the dragon realized that he had gone mad, realized what he had done from the fact that hatred clouded his mind, looking around he was only horrified realizing that this time, he himself had destroyed so many lives. The dragon ran to the tree where he once lived and when he saw that it was withering, he realized that he could not cope with his anger. Climbing a tall tree, the dragon wrapped around him and froze turning into stone. After that, years later, the kingdoms disappeared, the government changed and reformed. People mixed with different species forming new ones. And among them was a legend, almost a myth about a dragon that once destroyed almost all kingdoms. Someone believed that the dragon did it for his pleasure and profit, that he hated people. And the same people tried to destroy his statue that was on the tree, but in vain, the statue remained without a single scratch. Someone believed that the dragon never wanted to harm people and acted against his will, these people came to the statue and left offerings, thanked him for his sacrifice and apologized for what their ancestors had done to him. There was even a temple dedicated to the dragon and the victims that occurred, it was right next to the tree, near the statue of that dragon, but it was quickly abandoned. Centuries later, at night, the dragon statue disappeared, turned into sparkling dust that was blown away by the wind.