[ANNI-24] FORTUNE

Like any dragon of the ███ kind, KILVNABADORITE craved gemstones.

The way they reflected the light and the raw shapes of their crystals were alluring. 

He felt an inexplicable strong need to possess all of them. A need carved in his core.

He'd claw and gnaw his way deep in the mountains in search of gemstones.

He'd crush and burn castles to steal the riches hidden in them.

He'd do anything to get every gem he laid his eyes on.

But he loathed to stay put. The idea of pilling up his treasure made his skin crawl.

If he stayed still protecting it, how many gems out there would be left waiting to be found?

How many gems would get crushed and polished, having their natural charm taken away from them?

If he stayed still protecting it, how many places out there would be left waiting to be found?

How many sceneries would never be explored and admired, forgotten by time?

His voracity knew no bounds. There was nothing he could think of that he wouldn't do to fulfill his calling.

It was almost like a curse, or an illness.

When his gems were too much to carry, he started swallowing them.

This way, they'd become one, and he would not be bound to them. On the contrary.

When he missed looking at them, his body started becoming translucent.

This way, he could always admire his hoard and, in a way, himself. And the gems would look back at him, and the gems would look back at the world.

When his body could no longer contain the treasure within, it became a gem jar.

This way, he'd become his own purpose. A gem keeper, in the most literal way.

KILVNABADORITE knew no bounds.

It was like a curse. Or an illness.

He became known as the Fortune Beast.