[ WP ] The princess and the dragon are the same being .

He stared at the eternal midnight and it stared back. The purple sky loomed over the land for years, perhaps decades. The knight no longer knew how long he'd been on his conquest, but he was destined to return the light, and it was just an arm's reach away. 
 
 The knight backed away from the moonlit balcony and continued through the great hall at the top of the tower. A calming hall, a healing hall. As he drew closer to the finale he grew stronger, but the fear he thought died long ago resurrected. Despite this he walked unshaken. Nearing the end of the hall he found another balcony, a larger one that engulfed the hall with a purple-blue hue. A silhouette of a young woman stands, staring into same sky that the knight had dreamed upon many times before. This was it, he thought, his journey was over. He comes closer and her image becomes clearer. She had blonde hair, wore a blue dress. She was one that reminded the knight of the old world. The woman turned, revealing a small gleaming sword in her hand and blood splatter on her front side. 
 
 `` Your journey has worn you,'' she stated, gazing at the ruins of his armour. 
 
 The knight acknowledged this, looking down at himself to see that all he had left was chain mail over rags, along with his sword and shield. 
 
 `` It seems so,'' he started, `` but it is over now. Come with me princess, restore the day to this world.'' 
 
 The princess said nothing, and in the silence the knight's eyes are drawn to the blood on her dress and the sword. 
 
 `` You have slain the dragon?'' 
 
 `` No.'' She said definitively. `` Many have come here before you, and you have all made the same mistake. I am the one who stole the light.'' 
 
 The knight looked visibly conflicted. `` But it was the dragon. Through all my travels I have been told that a dragon had stolen the key to the light, you.'' 
 
 She took one last long look into his eyes. `` I have stolen the light, I am the dragon.'' 
 
 The princess fell to her knees and the rest of her slumped over with them. *Seriously*, the knight thought, *did she just fucking die*? 
 
 A dragon's head rose from beneath the balcony, flying upwards it glided directly into the great hall and landed before the knight. He slung his metal shield from his back to his forearm, just in time to deflect the dragon's fire. The room lit tremendously, as though it were bathed in a sunset. He understood now, this is where the light had gone. The dragon's breath extinguished, and the knight ran towards it, jumping with his sword in hand, cutting the dragons head clean off. 
 
 The dragon had been defeated. The knight stood there, waiting for light to return. But it did not. He recalled the princess saying that she and the dragon were one and the same. The knight tore his eyes from the balcony and looked at the princess. Was she powerless without the dragon? Would the light eventually return? None of this mattered to him now. He used his sword as a cane and made his way to her body. He lifted the sword, allowing it to catch moonlight, and pressed it against her chest. Her conciousness returned to her, awakening just before the knight stabs through her heart. 
 
 He looked into her eyes, seeing light escape from them as it entered the hall.
