After I fought in a tremendous war which took place on many worlds, I retreat into the magical plane of life.

I have seen so many rakurá die in this war and much more have died without me noticing. Due to the exzessive use of magic, the magical planes lost to much of their magical power in too short time. The result was magical corruption in our sphere of existence and impoverishment of the magical planes.

The after years of the war had been hard for us guardian, as we worked very hard to recover both the magical planes and fight the magical corruption.

As I came back to the magical plane of life, I see a new phoenix. That is a wonderful sign. A sign that this part of the magical planes is recovering. As the phoenixes come back, which are aspectal beings of this sphere this means our hard work was not for nothing. Here now I am to savour this wonderful moment.

One may never forget. I am a guardian yes. But I am also a rakur, also a living being which sometimes simply enjoys the simple things in life and who simply feels happy when life (and nature) are healthy.

our enemies break on our scales, our claws crumble them too dust, our wings blew the dust away. We are rakurá, we are glory, we life.

As you may ask. From the magical spheres magic flows in our plane of existence, but also parts of our plane of existence materialize in this magical planes. So I can lay here on a small island that seems to flow in nothingness. However as you may see, there is a greenish mist everywhere around, that is magical energy. While the flows of magic you can see contain stronger magic and are also a sign that this part of the plane is in a good condition

(Sorry if my explanation sound a bit goofy. It is not easy to write it in english)

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