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"Pygmalion"
A Drarry Fanfiction by Destiny Commence
OoOoO The Opening OoOoO
'Who am I…?'
'I've always been told I was different…'
'But I keep having these dreams…Dreams of me being special…having a power far greater than anyone deems possible…'
'The power to create…'
'And there are many more like me…Those who hold special powers as well…We used to be together but then…we were separated…A long time ago.'
'And he was separated from me too…The one who is the most special to me. The one I cannot live without…The one I treasure…The one I created…'
Watch my life pass me by
In the rearview mirror
Pictures frozen in time
Are becoming clearer
I don't wanna waste another day
Stuck in the shadow of my mistakes
The tall girl approached him, the long gown covering her body flowing like a green river. She held a sword in one hand, eyeing it meticulously, as if she was getting ready for battle. The slightly younger male looked away from his easel to examine every part of her amazing physique. She can beat any man in battle, and yet she can stay slim and fragile in his eyes.
The marvel that was his sister.
She noticed him and blushed profusely. She did not like being watched. "What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be painting something else?"
"I am. I just turned around for a while to examine you."
She chuckled. "And here I was, thinking no female body could ever strike awe in the heart of the great Artist."
"That's not true. I said, no woman outside my bloodline. I could not say that my own sisters are ugly. You, Aphrodite, and Psyche. You're all different. Just like Apollo, Achilles and I are different."
"And you keep beating yourself up because you are only a half-blood?"
Her words were indicating something, and he knew what it was. She had long stopped blushing and was now sitting before him, arms crossed over her chest.
He did not dare look at her. Why? Why did she have to be Wisdom?
"I'm incomplete, Athena."
Coz I want you and I feel you
Crawling underneath my skin
Like a hunger, like a burning
To find the place I've never been
Now I'm broken, and I'm fading
I'm half the man I thought I would be
But you can have what's left of me
'I will make him…'
'The creature that plagues my dreams…I will create him…'
'Why not? Wisdom has agreed. Love has sided with me…Soul is with me as well. Truth and Valor has backed me up as well…'
'They know what I feel…the creature in my dreams keeps plaguing me…I can only rest once I touch him as genuine flesh…caress him…have him by my side…That is only the time when I will be able to put myself to rest…'
Thunder roared in the skies, and the Celestials found themselves staring at the figure that the Artist had brought to life…Beautiful tanned skin that appeared like fragile porcelain…Long ebony hair that flowed like silk…And jade eyes that shone like no other jewel on earth.
Wisdom took a deep breath as the Being sat up on the pedestal he had put it on, and stared affectionately at its creator.
When the Artist said he would dare not fall in love with any woman on earth, he was definitely not joking.
This creature was more beautiful than any mortal she had ever laid her eyes on.
I've been dying inside
Little by little
Nowhere to go, going out of my mind
In endless circles
Running from myself until
You gave me a reason for standing still…
The dreams…They have been plaguing him for several months now. Damn it…The battle is over, and yet he still has to worry about something as shallow as this. Not to mention the fact that he is the new Head Boy.
And that there are new transferees.
Right now, one of those said transferees was making her way to him. A new Slytherin. But she seemed the least like one. He presumed she was better off in Gryffindor with the way she greeted everyone she passed by and kept on smiling like a goof.
She took a seat beside him, staring at him with that stupid smile. He tried his best to ignore her, but it was not working well.
"Hey…I heard who you are…Pretty famous, huh?"
"Whatever…" He stared at his plate, still refusing to look at her. Somehow, her dark hair and grayish green eyes stir something in his memory…something long-forgotten, perhaps.
"It's been a long time, don't you think?"
Coz I want you and I feel you
Crawling underneath my skin
Like a hunger, like a burning
To find the place I've never been
Now I'm broken, and I'm fading
I'm half the man I thought I would be
But you can have what's left of me
Their past life can never be made known, he had told her that. There is just now way that he would understand.
His powers have reached their full realization now. And he could bring to life the smallest things. He loved what he could do. He could have everything…
ALMOST everything, mind you.
He still could not have him, of all things.
And it was killing him.
The dreams…They're plaguing him again. And he cannot hold them back anymore. He is afraid…that he might end up telling him things forbidden…He should learn to hold back, really.
Falling faster, barely breathing
Give me something to believe in
Tell me it's not all in my head
Voldemort wants him
No, Hades.
The same Hades that had endangered—no, killed him in his past life.
He looked at the blade in his hands. He can fully remember how to use it now. He did use it before, in his past life. And he was pretty good.
She, Wisdom, has taught him the ways of the sword. And she has taught him once more.
Now, as he danced with the blade, the contours of his young and agile body were bathed in the moonlight. It would have made any creature sigh in admiration.
He was a Celestial, after all.
And he was the very same Celestial that had created the most beautiful creature that roamed the earth.
The creature he loved with all his soul.
Take what's left of this man
Make me whole once again
"Pygmalion!"
He spun around. It was his sister. The one he was closest to. Wisdom. He watched as he approached him with something in her hands. A letter. A very crumpled one, at that. And he recognized it from that morning.
"I told you not to call me that in public. What if someone heard you? I already have enough dirt on my name, thank you."
She snorted, sitting beside him on the cliff. "Sorry about that." She thrust the letter in his face. "I found this, in the trash. It's beautiful. I'm glad that you have finally found your muse. The old Pygmalion I used to know…" Her face turned serious and she put the letter in her pocket. "You are bound to tell him, don't you know? Sooner or later…He is in dire need of protection." She turned to him. "Hades is still after your Galatea."
"I know," he muttered, flashing his sword. "But I won't let him."
Coz I want you and I feel you
Crawling underneath my skin
Like a hunger, like a burning
To find the place I've never been
Now I'm broken, and I'm fading
I'm half the man I thought I would be
But you can have all that's left
What's left of me
He had noticed him out of pure luck. No one seemed to have noticed the fact that he ran out the Great Hall, tears in his eyes.
Wisdom had tried to call after him when he followed him. His Galatea. He could not just bear to see him cry. It was torture.
He soon found him by the lake, crying. They needed no words. He touched him on the shoulder and he cried on his chest.
This was all he could do.
He could not tell him what his dreams meant. He cannot believe he is relieving his past life in his dreams, and it hurts him that he does not have anyone who can enlighten him about it.
If only he could.
When he broke the embrace, he took the smaller boy's face in his hands and gently pressed his lips against his.
Pure bliss.
I've been dying inside you see
I'm going out of my mind, out of my mind
Just running in circles all the time
"You're dying," Soul's voice was breaking, because of her sobs. The other Celestial were with him as well.
He just stared at his hand, the one tainted with blood from his mouth.
How could this happen? Just when he and his Galatea…
Just when he and his love triumphed over their differences…
Hades' curse is starting to kill him.
He looked at the half-heart pendant that hung from his neck. "I wouldn't leave him…I'll fight this…I'll live…for him…"
Will you take what's left
Will you take what's left
Will you take what's left of me
Just running in circles in my mind
The rain was pelting down on his unconscious frame. No, he was not unconscious anymore. He was awake. And he could hear the sobs near his ear.
No, he realized it was not Wisdom nor Love nor Soul. It was his Galatea.
"Don't leave me…" A desperate plea. One that shattered his heart.
He looked into those tear-filled green eyes. He dared not leave him alone, but his strength was ebbing away.
He was dying.
He had defeated Hades…but at this cost.
He reached up and caressed that porcelain cheek. The one that he had created in his past life. And was now full of life.
He kissed those rosy lips one last time.
Before he fell limp.
Will you take what's left
Will you take what's left
Will you take what's left of me
Take what's left of me
Authors' Note:
This will be a sort of opening song to our fic. It's just a jumble of different scenes from the fanfic. We sorta want that type of suspense you get when you first watch the opening song of an anime. Please R&R and we'll see what we can do!
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