"I asked you to take care of her. I didn't tell you to throw your life away for her."
On the day the World Tree and the Elf God withered at the same time, the world's oldest silver dragon, born from the distant past, held her dearest friend and wept without end.
The Elf God nestled in the silver dragon's human-shaped arms and only twitched her ears.
"I once saw an evil dragon fall from the sky, like a bolt of lightning.", A lost volume of the Gospel of the Church of Light.
"Let this forest be our witness, and this lava too. I will not cross the lava to harm you. And you must not cross the forest to harm me.", The Original Pact, torn to shreds long ago.
"The grapevine bears no grapes, and the fig tree bears no figs. But I'd rather lose all of those than lose you."
Once friends, now with their roles reversed, Huan Ying sat on her lofty, cold throne and held out a hand to her beloved, green-haired and sharp-eared, smiling softly. But Qian Sha shied away from her embrace.
"You don't want to?"
Qian Sha shook her head, rose lightly on tiptoe, and offered her ears into Huan Ying's palm herself, as docile as she had been when they first met.
