Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20161022213310/@comment-26444332-20161109020750

Seiryū walks quickly up the green hill, to find Argention Astra not having moved a muscle since Kiyo had been there. Still the Dragon King sits there, legs folded under him, sitting under a blossoming cherry-tree.

'My lord...' he begins, but Argention Astra speaks before he can continue.

'The Daemones have returned,' he says, simply, eyes closed. 'The great battle of our time is near.'

'Can we not stop it?'

'Stop it? Perhaps, if we had been quicker, we might have been able to stop it. Perhaps, perhaps. It is always the way. One always has perfect clarity on what might have happened, in the past.'

'Then... we go to battle?'

'I will think on if I should join the fray. I am old, Seiryū, older than practically all else. I remember a time when there was only one Gythrati, one Angel, and one Daemon. I remember a time from before time. Imagine, Seiryū, a vast nothing. Can you? You might think it dark, but darkness is something. I remember the days before the dark, and the light.'

'I'm afraid I don't understand...'

'Trace back the leaves.'

'I'm sorry?'

'Trace back the leaves. Trace them to the twig, then the branch, then the greater branch, then the trunk, then the root. Perhaps then, you will find your understanding.'

'Yes, master.'

'Now, go, prepare for the day of battle.'

And so Seiryū the Spirit Dragon leaves Argention Astra the Starwright, eldest of dragons, alone, sitting on the top of a green hill in the Valley of Origins, watching the cherry-blossoms fall as the last Elder-kind prepare for either war or exile.