That was an era even the most erudite poets of today cannot touch with their tongues-a time when, even among the ancient beings of great longevity, most still retained the chaos of beasts within their eyes.
The former rulers of the world, long since dethroned, now delicately sifted the white drifting dust of the sky between clawed fingers-seeking to raise a Celestial Moon beyond the world, one that could replace the absent Sovereign in governing the great cycle.
After her revival, she often felt that her memories of that time were fragmented-lost wisdom scattered like dust from a previous life.
They weren't clear, just fleeting notions flickering through her mind.
She had once accompanied the Lord of Flame to visit the Wills of the Moon Dwellers who sat upon the triple-throned lunar court.
They weren't clear, just fleeting notions flickering through her mind.
She had once accompanied the Lord of Flame to visit the Wills of the Moon
Dwellers who sat upon the triple-throned lunar court.
By then, the thrones were already vacant, gloom cast across the firmament, and the dragonlords acted of their own accord.
The Lord of Flame had hoped to learn from them the whereabouts of the lost Vinster King,
but the only answer he received was silence-threefold silence from within the three palaces.
From that day forward, even as the snowfields turned to scorched earth and volcanic mountains were sealed in ice,
they spoke no more-or perhaps they could no longer speak.
Yes, that was still an age of Three That Remain.
The predators above the sky had seized the oaths to sustain the world, usurping the original creator's place.
Yet, when the King tainted by darkness returned, he was consumed with fury.
Thus, when the Lord of Flame answered his call and awoke from his feigned death, he severed all the lords and the regent's reach toward the stars and the celestial miracle of moon-making.
But did the goddesses of the Jeweled Crown truly betray the realm of the dragonkin so easily?
Alas, those who could answer this question did not survive the war.
"These are the only fragments I can vaguely recall."
She said this to the girl who had reconstructed her body and forged her this weapon.
But the girl was far smarter than she'd imagined-and because of that, she masked her curiosity.
What followed was her own secret: On the day the Celestial Ring shattered the Jeweled Disk fell.
The dragons roared in cruel joy at the death of the moon they believed had betrayed them.
[Expand Post] Yet she, remembering the silent shadows in the palace of the universe, quietly hid a piece of that fallen moon that had landed before her.
It now rests in the hollow core of the rotating blade mechanism-a place known to none but her, preserved even now.