[ You do not...!! The moment he touches the flowers with his foot, though--
[ Suddenly you freeze and all at once a memory not your own sweeps through you. You freeze and are helpless but to watch it play out before your eyes as though it were your own.
The realization is just as abrupt as a ripe fruit falling from a tree. Today is the day your father will die.
Perhaps that is why you wake before normal, sitting up in bed as the truth of those thoughts washes over you. It’s been three months since you last spoke to him. Not that you have ever been allowed to speak with him much at all or alone in your young life of 4 years old.
Quietly, you make your way to your honorable grandmother’s residence and beg her to allow you to see him. Even if it is just a look, that will be enough for you. But she cannot feel what you know in your heart. She denies your request-- his body is in poor condition after all, and you are so young.
But you just cannot accept that. Standing outside his residence, you glance up toward an open window. Your father is right above here. He’s so close. You don’t even have to have a conversation. Just one look. Just one look at your father is all you need. Gritting your fangs, you dig your claw into the wood paneling on the building, and with great effort, pull yourself all the way up to the top window. With a quick glance around, you’re relieved-
That is, until you see your father.
A chill runs through you. Lying on his sickbed, his entire body is sunken in. He is gaunt, his cheeks overly pale and pulled tight. He’s lost so much weight in such a rapid amount of time.
He already looks as though he is in the grave.
‘Father’ begins to slip from your mouth before you remember you aren’t supposed to be here and slam your hands over your mouth. But it’s too late-- he knows someone is here.
“Is someone there…? Granny…? Granny...look at this hand.”
Unbidden your eyes dip down to it and there’s a sickening twist in your stomach.
“No matter how you look at it, it’s just a normal hand. Those strong dragon claws are nowhere to be found. The strength of the gods… is nowhere to be found.”
It's because of you. That power has gone because it has been taken by you.
It's your fault.
You did this.
BECAUSE YOU WERE BORN
h e 's g o i n g t o D I E
why
why
iS tHeRe A pOiNt To YoUr ExIsTeNcE iF yOu cAn'T pRoTeCt hEr?
[ Yet... the moment his dragon foot connects with the flowers, they begin to wither and decay before his eyes. And quite suddenly, the negative thoughts disappear with a snap. At once-- it seems to return back to the memory.
“No matter how you look at it, it’s just a normal hand. Those strong dragon claws are nowhere to be found. The strength of the gods… is nowhere to be found.”
It's because of you. That power has gone because it has been taken by you. You know this with knotted horror.
“Hey Granny…? If it’s now-- If it’s now, that child… am I allowed to touch that child?”
The comment is so fully unexpected that it feels as though the air has been knocked outside of you. Not once-- not once since the time your father scarred you as a child, has he ever tried to touch you again. You barely can believe the words.
“I want to at least once. Can I be allowed to touch him once, in my final hour?”
. . .
“Granny?”
“ . . . Ah. Sorry… It’ll trouble granny again. No matter how much time passes, I’m still...a child.”
You can barely see. Your eyes burn, glossing over wetly.
“Someone like me… at this point, I can’t-- that child…”
You don’t hesitate. With all your might you throw yourself upon his chest and wrap your small arms around his neck, holding tight for dear life.
“Granny?”
No. You’re not Granny. Father! FATHER! Why didn’t you come prepared to talk to him? There are so many things that you want to talk to him about.
He inhales, body stiff from shock, before-
“...Kija.”
After speaking your name, he never opened his eyes again.
At his funeral you cry quietly as you watch your father’s casket be carried into the tomb to be buried among the Hakuryuu of the past. Your Granny cannot hold in her tears, as she speaks to you.
“Lord Hakuryuu, please forgive the previous lord.”
That isn’t right though. Through your tears, you manage a smile.
“Granny. There isn’t a single thing I need to forgive him for.”
At last, the memory fades, and you are once more standing in the present, holding a broken flower. In your hand, it shrivels up before dissipating into the air. ]
Mm... unfortunately the whole heart is troubled with them right now. Some areas are even swarmed with it all. If you get into an area like that, I would say simply look for people or things of importance or move on.
I am sure if you find things that are important to him and bring them to a place he feels safe, you will be able to find him. By doing that, you will naturally be helping give him strength, to begin with.
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[HE WILL NOW ATTEMPT TO DROP KICK THE FLOWERS. Do I need to roll for this.]
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[ Suddenly you freeze and all at once a memory not your own sweeps through you. You freeze and are helpless but to watch it play out before your eyes as though it were your own.
The realization is just as abrupt as a ripe fruit falling from a tree. Today is the day your father will die.
Perhaps that is why you wake before normal, sitting up in bed as the truth of those thoughts washes over you. It’s been three months since you last spoke to him. Not that you have ever been allowed to speak with him much at all or alone in your young life of 4 years old.
Quietly, you make your way to your honorable grandmother’s residence and beg her to allow you to see him. Even if it is just a look, that will be enough for you. But she cannot feel what you know in your heart. She denies your request-- his body is in poor condition after all, and you are so young.
But you just cannot accept that. Standing outside his residence, you glance up toward an open window. Your father is right above here. He’s so close. You don’t even have to have a conversation. Just one look. Just one look at your father is all you need. Gritting your fangs, you dig your claw into the wood paneling on the building, and with great effort, pull yourself all the way up to the top window. With a quick glance around, you’re relieved-
That is, until you see your father.
A chill runs through you. Lying on his sickbed, his entire body is sunken in. He is gaunt, his cheeks overly pale and pulled tight. He’s lost so much weight in such a rapid amount of time.
He already looks as though he is in the grave.
‘Father’ begins to slip from your mouth before you remember you aren’t supposed to be here and slam your hands over your mouth. But it’s too late-- he knows someone is here.
“Is someone there…? Granny…? Granny...look at this hand.”
Unbidden your eyes dip down to it and there’s a sickening twist in your stomach.
“No matter how you look at it, it’s just a normal hand. Those strong dragon claws are nowhere to be found. The strength of the gods… is nowhere to be found.”
It's because of you. That power has gone because it has been taken by you.
You did this.
h e 's g o i n g t o D I E
useless
if you can't carry your duty as a dragon then maybe another should just be born. ]
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“No matter how you look at it, it’s just a normal hand. Those strong dragon claws are nowhere to be found. The strength of the gods… is nowhere to be found.”
It's because of you. That power has gone because it has been taken by you. You know this with knotted horror.
“Hey Granny…? If it’s now-- If it’s now, that child… am I allowed to touch that child?”
The comment is so fully unexpected that it feels as though the air has been knocked outside of you. Not once-- not once since the time your father scarred you as a child, has he ever tried to touch you again. You barely can believe the words.
“I want to at least once. Can I be allowed to touch him once, in my final hour?”
. . .
“Granny?”
“ . . . Ah. Sorry… It’ll trouble granny again. No matter how much time passes, I’m still...a child.”
You can barely see. Your eyes burn, glossing over wetly.
“Someone like me… at this point, I can’t-- that child…”
You don’t hesitate. With all your might you throw yourself upon his chest and wrap your small arms around his neck, holding tight for dear life.
“Granny?”
No. You’re not Granny. Father! FATHER! Why didn’t you come prepared to talk to him? There are so many things that you want to talk to him about.
He inhales, body stiff from shock, before-
“...Kija.”
After speaking your name, he never opened his eyes again.
At his funeral you cry quietly as you watch your father’s casket be carried into the tomb to be buried among the Hakuryuu of the past. Your Granny cannot hold in her tears, as she speaks to you.
“Lord Hakuryuu, please forgive the previous lord.”
That isn’t right though. Through your tears, you manage a smile.
“Granny. There isn’t a single thing I need to forgive him for.”
At last, the memory fades, and you are once more standing in the present, holding a broken flower. In your hand, it shrivels up before dissipating into the air. ]
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He'll turn to Granny - to the elder, and bow.]
There. All taken care of.
Do you know of other places around the village that have trouble with those flowers?
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I am sure if you find things that are important to him and bring them to a place he feels safe, you will be able to find him. By doing that, you will naturally be helping give him strength, to begin with.
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Then, I'll be on my way. Thank you for your advice.
[Can he head south now?]
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[ He can head south and go even further south if he likes! Unless he wants to go east from the village! ]