The air came still, as if nature itself held it’s breath as [i]she[/i] approached. The snakes and scorpions hasted away from her path, feeling her anxiety. For the first time since the War in Heaven, all were present in her realm - Angels, Demons AND Gods. The huge blue tiger walked through the desert at a slow pace. Hiraga did not want to go - She was their eldest, and she learned long time ago that past wounds open all too easily. She could feel the Nature shiver as most of what remained of the golden One’s power gathered in the middle of the sands.

It was only the thought of her creator’s return that made her come. She could still remember it’s demise as if it was yesterday. The pain in her core as the death wail of her creator echoed through all of Existence nearly drove the guardian mad. In the end her precious world lied in ruins, a shadow of it’s former self, accompanied by two new realms. If there was a chance to make everything like it once was, Hiraga was willing to listen.

In the past century, she felt weak and mellow - a sign that something wonderful had to be in the making. And yet, as she now looked upon the Tower of Broken Dreams, one question haunted her: If the remains of their forefather were indeed reforming, what would they actually become in the end?

Their gathering place was indeed aptly named to convey her fear. The most prominent runes on the building’s door seemed to be the fates laughing at the straws they were clinging to. For indeed, all Hiraga could think of was how volatile this gathering was. The war to end all wars could very well start here today. This time, no one would be spared. The guardian shook her head to banish the thoughts. She could discuss predicting opinions on the future when Sohena arrived. For now, she had to be vigilant.

Looking into the ancient building, she saw the stairs that led upwards. Shifting to a shape of a dragon, she ascended the stairwell in a few beats of her wings before landing on her feet in a more accommodating shape of one of her dryads. Aside from her, she could see only two others have made it yet. It took her a few moments to recognize Vaul. His beautifully crafted armor was in her memory, but they almost never talked and his name was lost in her memory. The other though, she recognized immediately.

Thirianna; the Guardian Arch-Angel. Her equal of Aett, as far as their power and status went. She would never consider the flawed archangel her equal, as during the war, Hiraga was mortified by the idea of taking up arms against her brethren. Yet this ‘Lightbringer’ ran a lance through the other in this room without much hesitation. “Welcome to Ceyr once again, Arch-Angel.” the guardian regarded her sister coldly, as if meaning to say ‘Be gone from my realm’. “Vaul.” she said with a headbow, her tone much more kind.