Maquia When: The Promised Flower Blooms -2018- B...

A lance of fire. A collapsing tower. Ariel, pinned beneath a beam, his leg shattered.

Maquia ran.

Maquia never approached. She only left small gifts on his doorstep: a blanket for the baby, a pair of gloves for Dita, and always, a single woven flower. Maquia When the Promised Flower Blooms -2018- B...

“Stop treating me like a child,” he snapped, his voice cracking into a man’s baritone. He stood a head taller than her now. She still looked fifteen. “You’re not my real mother. You’re… you’re nothing .” A lance of fire

Ariel stared at her. His beard was white. His eyes were tired. “You… you’re still…” Maquia ran

He smiled—a boy’s smile, buried under eighty years of war and love and loss. “Will you remember me?”

Then came the crimson dragon—the Renato—shattering the peace. Its roar tore the sky, and with it came the armored knights of Mezarte, desperate to capture the last of the ancient bloodlines. They wanted the Iorph’s immortality, their ageless bodies, to graft onto their dying king.