xinglong, the last warden of old

my story

Once upon a time a very very long time they were 12 gods who appeared and created a throne for themselve they are now know as elder gods.

they decide to create an oracle of themselve able to be manipulate...used...controle

after many many maaannny fail they created a realm where those failure could be of use they decide to use all of there strenght combining there power to create a perfect one a perfect soldier and toy it was name after the two thing it's tears and blood created the stars and the dragon what they didn't expect was for this dragon to learn by the failure, it's knowledge immense and her doing impactfull in some worlds her blood created war or peace she knew danger where present and she didn't care for they created a never crying being a never falling puppet for there job to be done by another she remember her first order "kill these failure for us they need to be cleanse from yor home" and to say the least it was a perfect oracle and pet for some she rememeber well her first introduction

i am Xinglong the oracle of the gods older than time itself an immortal female astra draconiqua  who is  only 1005 the one that was once called the first being created by the elders and created the vast sky you witness as well as the dragon you once witness in the ancient times why is one walking toward my face mortal who seek enlightmement ?

she met a very brave yet young elf she was designe to be the goddess of the moon in the vast sky she was carrying a star in her hands lighting up her path on her scales she was curious by the elf and seek her soul to speak for itslef the girl simply hold the oracle's claws and simple spoke "accompagny me you who wish to witness the birth of men kind and of selfish gods" they both went into the realm name...Earth to them she witness the rise of men and civilisation and gods...young eggs left to be destroyed the elf traveled with ehr and help her tend to the santuary for the dragon to come and find the old path that some didn't follow she didn't care the only thing she cared was for the elf and the hatchlings to one day leave her to her duty yet the elf didn't instead she help her in her work not daring to speak to the other gods of her worlds they both witness the rise and fall of the sun but death and time were crual and soon the elf's time in human shape was nearing it's end

but "death" wasn't kind yet gentle she was softly vanishing but gifted one last thing to her very being her own souls she was able to see and feel things she couln't int he past she was left alone crying her first tears staring at once was her friends and compagnion in this never ending nightmare of hers...luna Starnork the lady and goddess of the moon she wanted for partner back during there time

she didn't understand why water left her eyes why her once pride and happyness vanish like a flash during her final moment yet here she was standing before a tree the woman's ody seemingly carve into it almost teasing ehr for her immortality to never once beable to have death come knock at her door

she who once was a called a mighty felt nothing but shame and anger about the dimise of the woman to sacrifice such important thing like a soul for a monster like her she worked without ending never once try to think of her time on earth she felt so much guilt when she left thechild of that woman to a familly that wasn't even there's like a silent beg to erase her memory

the last time she goes back to her form she felt...alive she decide to protect what luna created and swore to watch oevr her child with her life if needed she simply observe them from afar

now i create a bigger forest for them to be hidden and safe they learnt magic live in harmony with the other of my kind who abandoned there rots to live with them i remain in our rots to carry the promise i made to myself to keep our roots from dying i became an oracle the warden of the ancients ones knowlegde and flammes that now shine brightly in me the warden of the knowledge we took so long to gain, the warden of HER knowledge and memory, the warden of the other dragons memory

each birth mean a new book in this library each have the story of life of someone and i am it's protector of each and now i am waiting for one soul that will reconnect to me and the roots for finelly cure my lonelyness

i am stuck between the earth and the sky able to modify my appareance to my will but never able to forget, never able to die unless they find the heart of all and destroy it

my apologise if you didn't learn much about me but it is my story the next time we see each other you may learn further about me and my power

let me carry you to the realm you belong in in the realm of the real and life and not mine goodbye mortal and may we see each other again