Author's Note: I had to rewrite this story a bit. For everyone reading this, OC will not be a Dragon. You will have to continue reading if you want to know why she has been brought to the world that is Akatsuki no Yona. ;)

Let me know what you think. Always like to hear from people.

Chapter I

Living in Darkness

I sighed deeply as I walked through the halls of the school, trying to ignore the stares and the whispers all around me. I hadn't always been the social outcast I had become in the last year. That was what happens when you accuse someone of sexual assault in this school. You are not the victim but the slutty girl with regrets. The rumors that have gotten around had tarnished any kind of friendships I had made in my first year. The boy that I had once called my boyfriend was praised for 'going all the way' with me while it wasn't the truth in the slightest. I had fought back before it could have gotten that far. And now I had to face my assailant every single day of my life. If it weren't enough, my home life wasn't up to par either. Living in the system hadn't made my reputation as a bad girl and slut any better.

I've learned in these last few years that you can never assume things just because of the words of another. People have judged me and called me a liar before really getting to know me. I was alone in a world where appearances were deceiving. I haven't felt safe in a very long time.

I left the confines of the school to make my way to my favorite secret spot in an abandoned building. I jumped through obstacles as the spot was not easily accessible to people who couldn't jump fences and crates. I had made a sort of nest in my little home away from home. This place was as safe as they got. I was free to be myself and not get yelled at or hit for saying my truth. You'd think foster homes were a sanctuary for kids without parents like me, but they were far from it. You were just seen as a paycheck to them. Your problems or mental health challenges did not matter to them.

I placed a ginger hand on my prized possession, my acoustic guitar. It was my only friend in this messed up world where the truth did not matter. Everyone saw what they wanted to see. My eyes had opened the day that my so-called friends had walked away, thinking that I was lying about what had happened to me. They chose to believe the popular boy over their friend. The illusion of popularity had meant more to them than to stick by my side.

I placed the guitar on my lap, gently strumming the chords as I started to fall away to my peaceful place. I should not think about the ones who had betrayed me. There was still good people out there somewhere. I'd have to stay strong until I could find them. I hummed a tone as I played the instrument. I couldn't help but feel a throb in my chest at the loneliness I felt. I wouldn't wish this on anyone else.

I had been stupid to think that my ex was a decent guy. I had this strange feeling that I had ignored because everyone had something nice to say about him. I should have listened to my instincts. I should have known to always listen and forget what other people said. I should make up my own assumption. My mother had always told me to keep my head up and to not let what other people said bring me down. Even to this day, I wanted to say strong for her.

Hours seemed to tick by as I was lost in my thoughts, playing songs to forget my worries. My music was the only thing that could get me to sleep peacefully. Otherwise, I would be consumed by my night terrors. I had placed it back in its safe place before laying down in my sleeping bag. It had gotten dark outside before I knew it and I was slowly falling asleep.

Suddenly, I heard a woman's scream pierce through the night. It had jerked me back into reality, my heart pounding against my ribs. I quickly moved to the window to peak outside only to see a woman being cornered by three men in the alley below. I bit my lip at the sight. I could not call the police because I only had an iPod. Leaving on the streets was not good to be connected via cell phone. She screamed again as they pushed her back against the wall opposite of the building I was in.

"Damn," I cursed, already moving towards the exit of the rundown building to help the lady in distress. I pushed my body to go as fast as possible to the area I had seen them, jumping down all the obstacles in my way.

"P-please," I could hear her whimper as I got closer. The assailants only seemed to be amused at her.

"Get off her!" I yelled, finally able to decrease the distance between me and the men. I tackled one of them to the ground with my momentum. I quickly punched his face as hard as I possibly could. I heard the sound of a broken noise underneath my fist before I got up and placed my attention on the others.

"Bitch broke my nose!" the man on the ground howled out in pain.

As quickly as my body would allow, I kicked the second man behind his knee. This caused him to double over in order for me to elbow him in the jaw. I turned my attention to the frightened and disheveled woman, "Run! GO!" She looked at me with fear in her eyes before she nodded her head and went running onto the street.

"You will pay for that!" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned my body around, not realizing just how close the third man had gotten to me.

I felt a cold pain run down my side. I coughed as I stumbled back a few feet, "Wha-?" I slowly looked down and noticed that my hand was subconsciously already covering the stab wound he had given me. I fell to my knees as the blood pooled around me on the cold, hard ground. My vision was already beginning to blur.

"Let's go before the cops get here!" I heard one of the men say before I heard footsteps running away.

Cowards, I said in my mind as I slowly lowered the rest of my body to the ground. I no longer had the power to speak but my thoughts kept playing in my mind. Why did people have to hurt each other? Why couldn't we all get along? I couldn't believe that everyone's heart was so black. Was there anyone out there like me? That just wanted to make things better and protect people? If there was, I wish I could meet them. But I suppose I would never get that chance now.

I was slipping into the darkness that did not want to welcome just yet. There were still things I wanted to do, see and feel. My eyes closed as I felt myself be wrapped in the embrace of the dark.

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All I could feel was the aching of my bones and the coldness that wrapped itself around me, seeping deep into my skin. I had been stupid to have gotten involved in business that was not my own. However, I always felt the need to help others and that was what I had done. I had acted without a second thought, telling the woman to run away as I fought her assailants. Maybe I should have called the police but it may have been too late to help her. My life held no meaning when it came to a life of an innocent woman. I didn't regret my actions or the fact that one of the bastards had a knife and plunged it in my stomach. No, I'd never regret saving someone else's life.

"Ghnn," I groaned in pain, "It hurts." Everything was so dark around me but I felt warmer than I had been before. Had I passed out? But why was I able to hear my voice. I heard a cute sound from near me as something hopped on top of my chest. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness and I noticed that it was a squirrel. I blinked at the small creature, attempting to sit myself up but a shooting pain caused me to fall back down on my back. "Damnit," I let out the curse as my teeth grinded together in pain. My hand automatically holding on to my wounded side only to notice that I was covered by some fur. Did someone cover me to keep me warm? I heard some movement from somewhere in the room. "Is someone there?" I was meant with silence as the movement stilled. "Whoever you are…" I paused as a wave of exhaustion hit me, "...Thank you…" The comfort of darkness wrapped itself around my consciousness as I slipped back into a dreamless sleep.

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My body was still sore but the burning at my side was what had woken me up. I winced as I felt the drowsiness leave suddenly by the pain. I had grown accustomed to the darkness of where ever I was and looked around to see a figure a few feet away from my position. I heard the sound of bells as the figure seemed to move to look at me. In the darkness, I could somewhat see that the person wore a mask. I couldn't help but think about why someone would wear a mask. Looking more closely, the person's body shape would suggest that they were male. And why wasn't I afraid of him? I was vulnerable and could be taken advantage of yet all I felt was the feeling of absolute calm. It was strange to think that I had been stabbed and now I was in the presence of someone who made me feel like I was no longer in danger.

"Who are you?" I questioned him. I could feel his eyes on me but remained silent. "Where am I?" The was still silence as he continued to stare at me. I frowned at the lack of communication, "If you can talk at all, that would be great."

"Blue… Dragon," came his soft voice. It sounded so gentle as if he were afraid I'd run if I heard him speak.

I shook my head to the side, "That's not a name."

"I don't… Have a name," he added in, timidly.

I turned my head, to look at the ceiling of the room in deep thought. How could someone not have a name? My hands gripped on the fur that laid on top of my weak form and then to the wound to notice that it was wrapped in bandages. "Did you…?" I trailed off, turning my head in his direction, "Did you bandage me up?" I heard the bells as his head nodded once to confirm my assumption. I smiled, "Thank you, Hero."

"Hero?" he questioned, softly. He seemed surprised that I had called him that.

"Hm," I hummed before answering, "Of course. Because you saved my life, silly. It's just something I'll call you until you get a proper name. If that's okay. " I heard the bells as his head nodded before he turned his head away. He really wasn't a talker. Suddenly my vision was blocked by the cutest face I had ever seen. "Aw, aren't you a cutie," I said to the small squirrel that was curiously looking at me. I smiled at it, carefully stretching my hand to pet its head gently. I attempted to hide the fact that the movement had somewhat sent pain signals to my brain. "What's your name?"

"Ao," the boy answered, much to my surprise. I laughed a little thinking how strange it was that the squirrel had a name but not the boy. I felt movement as he shifted closer to where I was laying, "What's… yours?" He was definitely closer as his voice was not as far away as before.

"Oh," I let out feeling slightly embarrassed at the fact that I had forgotten to properly introduce myself. "It's Skyrah. My name is Skyrah." I informed with a smile, "But you can call me Skye."

"Skye," he let out as if testing how it sounded.

I nodded my head at him in return. Before I could give any response, my stomach growled so loudly that it seemed to bounce off the walls. "Ah," I let slip past my lips, cheeks flushing with heat at the embarrassing sounds. I heard the boy shifting in his spot before an apple was placed in front of my face. I looked over the apple to his face, "Are you sure?" He nodded his head at me, offering me the apple. I attempted to sit myself up so that I could eat the apple but it seemed to be a little more difficult than I had first thought. My body was weakened by the fact that it was working overtime to heal my gash at my side. Honestly, I wondered how I was still alive. And I still didn't know exactly where I was.

As if noticing my struggle, the boy helped me sit up and let me use him to prompt me up. My back was to his chest as he kneeled behind me, handing me the apple once I was upright. "Thank you, Hero." I gratefully took the apple from his hands and started to eat it. I could help but feel comfortable, warm and safe even with the fact that I had no idea who he was. Yet, I could help but notice the way he had tensed when I thanked him. Had no one ever thanked him before?

"..." he remained silent as I continued to chew on my juicy apple, not at all complaining while I used him as a leaning stool.

"Why did you help me?" I couldn't help but ask him. I felt him tense once again behind me but he remained silent. I couldn't help but sigh as I placed the apple core down, letting my head relax on his shoulder. "Whatever the reason. Thank you. You are a kind person." I could have sworn I heard him take a sharp intake of air. I felt the pull of sleep cling to me. "I'm… so sleepy…" My eyes couldn't stay open any longer as they closed shut. "Goodnight, Hero."

As the hold of sleep took over, I could swear I had heard him say, "Goodnight… Skye…"