Chava
Legacy Name: Chava

The air is calm and light as you walk into the sunlit field Laoise pointed you towards. A cool breeze carries the scent of sweet tree blossoms.
"Hello, sage." Chava has seen you before you saw her. You smile and walk towards where she is lying in the glowing grasses.
"You have questions for me, don't you?" Her voice is serene and welcoming. You feel as if you are in a dream.
You nod.
"I am Chava. Have a seat – you are so young to this world, and if you wish, have so much to discover. You have made an old soul feel remembered, and I thank you for that. Now, what is it you seek?"
You are so at ease that your words seem lost. Finally you grasp them.
"You have been mentioned several times on my journey to find more information about my sageship – and always during a conversation of The Great War. Do you think you could tell me about it?"
"Ah..." Chava pauses for a long moment, and when you feel as if you should apologize, she says, "you should know of The Great War, child. All should know of the war, otherwise the world may see it again, perhaps in a newer, more wicked form."
She pauses again, as if gathering strength.
"I was a different spirit in the times of the Eclipse – as it is called. The world was a different world. There had been rumors of Sultan, an evil creature, eating the world alive, but for a long, too long, of a time, I remained inactive and unwilling to become involved. A very large part of me believed a being is never only evil. You see, if you want others to find the goodness within you, you must first seek out the goodness within others. Sultan was something I never believed could exist. If ever there were a fragment of virtue within him, the void of his corruption deluged it time and time again, rendering it unrecognizable.
The balance of our world is fragile, yet very important. Ancients have a duty to maintain this balance, and if we fail, it is believed Staves intervenes. Many ancients rose to their duty sooner than I, and many of those ancients died. There are times when I wonder if I had acted sooner, perhaps those good ancients would be alive upon this day."
Her face softens and her eyes close.
"But balance is an always present force, working alongside the ebbs and flows of life.

Sultan was the last of the dragons – the strongest of ancients to have ever lived. The dragons were few in numbers but mighty in ascendancy.
In the old world, the dragons were erroneously worshiped, and they reveled in it. It is not known for certain how the majority of the dragons died, but it is believed Staves most often took their lives, for they were disrupting the balance.
It is also known that the dragons often violently disputed among themselves.
Sultan was the only dragon to create offspring.
I am sure you've heard of Jere.
It is lucky for the world that he takes mostly after his mother, a simple coyote. His blood is tainted, and his heart is confused.

There had been predictions made, by several of the Oracle Cranes – ancients who were thought to have prophetic abilities - that Sultan would be exterminated. It is believed that these prophecies are what caused The Great War, for Sultan became paranoid, and engrossed with the notion of setting fire to the entirety of our world, before the world could extinguish him.

For many years the war went on, and my sages and I remained peaceful. Sultan, however, was not satisfied with my absence, and brought the war to me. I had four sages – my keeper named Ora, and her three sisters. Ora and I were particularly close, as an ancient is with their keeper, but I always felt, perhaps out of bias, that our bond was stronger than most. Her hair was dark and gleaming, carrying the radiance of the sun within it. Her skin tanned and glowing. Her eyes were always gentle, never judging. I have chosen to remember her in this way and not as the lifeless head Sultan left for me.

When the Summer had made the nights warm, my sages and I would often sleep under the glistening stars. In Sultan’s perversion of nature, he had learned to make himself soundless. It was this way he stole my sages from me. Robbing the air of all sound waves, he moved freely, murdering Ora as her sisters watched and I slept. I was unaware that anything had happened until I awoke in the morning to the bloodied grasses of the plains around me, and to Ora’s head, and only her head…thrown to the side like a chunk of rubble."