Arizu's Clan

After the strike and crackle of lightning was brought due Lilac was pulled and forced into a new, new world. Wisteria. After she fled on that treacherous night, only to become a beacon of light, Lilac who spread her wings to take flight, had found herself in a land nobody knew. For whatever reason, could it had been fate, Lilac knew this was no mistake. She gently fluttered towards the ground, ever so gently. The clouded sky was no long so murky. Birds chirped, as rays of lights began to peek through the sky. Truth beholds, it was truly a beautiful sight.

If only she knew where she were to be, but alas, finally Lilac felt free. Amidst the day, she'd come to rue, was something she shouldn't have knew. But, to fret or not, this was a miracle, perhaps she thought? For this were to be her new haven, a safe place for those who didn't...belong. The isle for the misfits, she thought. Wisteria, was to be its name, for it would have brought her fame. To be exact, or so she thought, this was how this world was to be brought.

And with this world, so she brought, forth the children, who had sought, the warmth and love of her care, the feelings that Lilac could no longer bare. For she was to guide, protect, and seek, for those who were unloved, loyal, meek. Lilac, had spread her wings, opened herself up and saved things. This sanctuary was to hold, the civilians, young or old. For this is where true destiny lies, a place where dragons thrive. A mother, she longed to be, the dragon, she knew she wanted to be, for she is who she wants to be. This was Lilac's true destiny. Now here behold, a world to be told, a place for grace, for those who know that this is destiny. For they are destiny. We are destiny. And thus, this place for destiny...the oracle. Where dragons who seek a life, the want, for those who seek something they think they can't have. It's where those who seek, can truly find their sanctuary. Dragons who can finally rest, take their flights, take the nests. Dragons, who come far and wide, seek the guidance, they wish to find. In where the oracle, here to speak, the destiny for the weak. They hold their hands in grace, for the dragons who linger here will find their way. Hold and behold a new world, sent from here, sent to a new world. Across vast vallys, across seas, across mountains, so we see, for we shall not fret, dear little one, for what we seek is all of Wisteria.

Following the guise, the guide, the light. Those who rest in Crescent are the guardian diety's of this planet. To guard, to protect, to cherish, warship, it's where those who seek guidance come and talk with. Legends have been told, passed from those young and old, that nobody really knows where they've come from, nor why they're here. But, alas, children, do not fear.

Alas, the time has come for the Queen to enter an eternal slumber. Her time has come up, Lilac, come to the light. Her son, Grim, is to take the throne and help Wisteria take flight. Lilac, Lilac, Lilac. The Queen Regent had entered an eternal slumber, watching the kingdom she brought up from afar. For Wisteria now belongs to the Grim Reaper.