He was made of spun gold; warm and inviting and a treasure to hold. I was made of silver; steely and cold and making him shiver. He was my lamb and I was his dragon, he breathed words of love while I breathed words of passion. He played in his fields under the sun; innocent and unknowing of what was to come. For I am a dragon; and poor lamb you are my prey. I know we love eachother but it must be this way.   Our fates and our hearts are set in stone; on

This is just a short drabble about Mir and Joon, the story kind of explains itself.