Black Dragon

Act I: The Black Descent

Ashen jade rises from the darkness, glowing with the light of life. A spark appears, one that signifies hope. A hope for change. A hope for life. A hope for survival. And, perhaps…a hope for love. So create your monuments to your sins. For even statues have feet of clay, and nothing lasts forever. Errors can be erased, transgressions forgiven. In the end, only life endures, and with it hope. Make no mistake, for when all is dust, all that remains are decisions. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. All it takes is a single spark to ignite the inferno, and it is one that shall burn forevermore. Black and green. Death and Life. So different, yet at the same time both the same. For life leads to death leads to life leads to death. And that same spark of hope is what powers the endless wheel of life and death. Armies win battles, yet faith wins wars. Faith in a better tomorrow, no matter how uncertain.

Ashen jade arises from the darkness, and hope is all that remains.