We Live in Dragon's Peak

Not now, old times.

Not here, far away.

Deep in the Ryujin Mountains, the dragon kept looking up at the sky.

The sky goes on forever. A loose cloud.

One day, I want to travel freely around the world, like that cloud.

But Father Dragon says.

"My young daughter Dragon, Nerailasha. Thou art yet immature. Get sharpened and serve the dragon god."

He was a fine father and a great dragon.

When the Lord of the Ryujin Mountains is feathery, he is constantly on his side, laying clouds and making his way.

In addition to the Father Dragon, there were many great and famous ancient species of dragon in the Dragon God Mountains.

However, Nerellasha, a young man, murmured towards the sky.

"When exactly can I get a job? How much training can I do to serve the dragon god?"

Some of the ancient dragon tribes are said to protect ancient cities, quiet sanctuaries, or beautiful spiritual trees. However, if you live in the Ryujin Mountains, you will not have the opportunity to play a role in the outside world.

On the contrary, Nerailasha overlooks the steep mountains.

"Even in the Ryujin Mountains, there are many dragons that cannot find their role."

There are dragons that can't serve, even if they are adult dragons.

Even the brave have dragons that do not rank in the line of guardian dragons.

In the presence of these dragons, when can I lay the clouds for the dragon gods?

Could it be decades later? Hundreds of years from now? Still, if you have a promise that you can serve the dragon god, you can wait. But there is no promise.

Then, no matter how long you wait, you will spend an unintentional moment without approaching your role in the Ryujin Mountains.

"Oh, I want to travel through the world like a cloud in the sky, and one day I want to serve my body and mind."

Nelairasha, who kept groaning, kept looking up at the sky in the Ryujin Mountains, day after day.

The long winter season came. Spring passed in an instant. A summer bred with a little warmth and nature. Then the rapidly cooling autumn comes and the winter is long again. A year has passed and a decade has passed.

Growing Nerailasha looks up at the sky.

"I've loaded the diamonds. It's a shallow experience, but it should be enough in the Ryujin Mountains."

Spread the wings of dense white clouds like summer clouds and you can fly anywhere.

But Father Dragon said.

"My immature daughter, Nerailasha. Don't be complacent. The world is tough, and you are ignorant. Grow up in the Ryujin Mountains for a while and serve the Ryujin."

"No, no, Father Ryu-sama. I heard that his famous Yin and Yang dragons have also left the Dragon God Mountains and traveled around the world since they were young. The legendary Meteor Dragon is also said to have carried out more adventures in the outside world than when he was young."

Thou art not like them. Learn about immaturity and deepen your drilling. "

"Enough already? Still, I have no role to play here."

"If only you were immature...."

"No, no. If it is immature, I want to fly to the outside world, Father Dragon. In the outside world, let's learn more than ever. Let's build on a lot of experience. That way, I will eventually acquire enough strength to serve the dragon god."

"Oh, fool. Thou art arrogant. Now look at yourself again."

But the words of the great dragon, the father, did not reach the heart of young Nerailasha.

Nerailasha, who spread her wings, turned into a cloud without listening to her companions, and flowed eastward through the sky.

"My stupid, weak daughter Dragon, Nerailasha. You will know your ignorance and immaturity with your own hands."

The Father dragon looked up at the clouds of his beloved daughter, who had flowed eastward, and exhaled deeply.

And Nerellasha will experience the anxiety of her father's dragon shortly after her brave journey.

"To the east lies a sanctuary once revered by the human race as the center of the world. And there's the oldest...."

Nerailasha aims to become a cloud at the eastern end of the Ryujin Mountains. But before I could reach my first destination, I knew despair.

Turn around, you little clouddragon.

"Who speaks to me with the heart of the dragon?

From this, the east becomes a sealed sanctuary. Even if it is an ancient species of dragon tribe living in the Dragon Gods Mountains, unqualified people will not enter. "

Nerailasha returns to those who have spoken with the heart of the dragon from between the steep mountains.

"At first glance, I just want to see what people call the sanctuary. We won't make any noise. So allow me to pass."

No, it's a dragon. To the east. "

"I know. The oldest...."

"Don't talk about it. Do not stain with words."

Ha, breathtaking Nerailasha.

The voice of those who were supposed to have spoken with the heart of the dragon was heard directly from behind.

Surprise, look back. And I said nothing.

Did you look back?

It's supposed to be a cloud?

No, I wasn't a cloud.

The dragon magic was broken by force, and Nerellasha returned to the form of a real dragon.

And the knight on the horse, who appeared neglectfully on his back, lost his word.

A knight with a dragon killer spear wears his full body armor, which is based on deep blue.

"To the east is the sanctuary where the princess witch and the princess in the back sit. Turn around, dragon. Otherwise, I'll kill him right here."

"Ahh, what a horrible thing!

It's not a lie. It's not a threat.

A knight holding a dragon killer spear on his back.

I heard it. Ever since I was young.

Who guards the four sides of the sanctuary and seals it. One of the ten guardians of the Occidental Princess.

Dragonslayer witch.

Even the ancient dragon clan has a terrible protector between the Dragon God Mountains and the sanctuary.

"I see. I will not go any further. So please put down that horrible spear."

Nerellasha turned and pleaded with the dragonslayer witch.

The dragonslayer witch kicks the horse's stomach and runs when she leaves the word "I hope it doesn't go the wrong way."

"Up ahead, it's empty!

The horse jumps off Nerailasha's back, worrying about her. But the dragonslayer witch and horse went to the ground and did not fall upside down.

Amama?

Wings grew on the horse on which the dragonslayer witch rode. Then, gracefully winging, you descend to the back of the steep mountains.

"After all, the outside world is full of things I don't know. Ah, what kind of experience can I have in the future?"

Nerellasha did not fly east as promised. But I never went home.

The sky goes on forever. Flowing clouds. Nerellasha left the Ryujin Mountains to the wind.

"Heal my soldiers, witch. Then our army will be able to defeat double or triple the enemy army and protect our land."

The king says.

Isis heals the witch with the magic eye of total healing.

A soldier wounded on the battlefield is saved. And back to the battlefield.

"Oh, goddess. Am I wrong....."

Isis suffers.

It is the duty of the witch to heal the wounded. However, as soon as the wounds healed, the soldiers were driven to the battlefield and returned wounded. Some of the soldiers lost their lives when they returned to the battlefield and became the ones who did not return.

A precious family who doesn't go home. I can't see you anymore, my love. A companion who never sees a smile again. Every time Isis heals his soldiers, others are traumatized.

Still, the king says.

"Heal my soldiers, witch. Then this long fight will be over."

Isis heals.

As the wounded soldiers returned to the battlefield, they shed tears.

Knowing the anguish and sorrow of the wounded.

There was a long and painful battle.

A fierce battle continued, like washing blood with blood.

Many died, and the land became wilderness.

And finally.

The war is over.

The country is doomed, and the ruler takes his place.

A new king says.

"Witch. Heal our soldiers. You will not be allowed to heal enemy soldiers. If those who hate heal their wounds, they will fight again."

Isis cried.

Are the wounded not equal?

Is it not that the battle is over, and that all men have become the people of a new king?

Still, the new king says.

"No, you're a witch. They are enemy soldiers. Those who have afflicted and killed our soldiers."

But the soldiers were originally the ones Isis kept healing. Should we abandon them and help the new soldiers?

Wounded soldiers say.

"Witch, please heal the wound."

Families of soldiers want it.

"Witch, heal my husband's wounds again."

"Witch, why don't you heal the wound of her beloved one?"

"Witches, will you abandon those who saved you now?"

Isis curses people's thoughts and desires for salvation.

"Oh, goddess. What am I supposed to do..."

Where is the correct answer?

Please, goddess. Please guide me.

Isis who prays to the goddess of faith.

However, while doing so, people pushed Isis, who had the magic eye of total healing.

The new king says.

"Heal my soldiers, witch. If we do, we will destroy new hostiles and the country will be rich."

The battle began again.

Soldiers are wounded and the people of the country mourn.

Isis healed his soldiers into battle and died.

Enemy soldiers say.

"Why, witch. Are we not believers of the same faith? Why have you abandoned us while healing all your own soldiers?"

Temple religions are practiced equally by people from all over the world.

And it is the duty of those who can be used by the goddess to show mercy to the world without distinction.

The people of the country say.

"Witch. Why heal the soldiers? As long as there are soldiers, the war won't be over."

It is the king and his soldiers who make the battle. In order for Isis to heal the soldier, the war will not end. But if we don't fight, our land will be ravaged by our enemies. Then it is not the soldiers who suffer and die, but the people of the land.

The villagers say.

"Witch, please come to the village. A lot of people are sick."

Fully healed magic eyes heal not only wounds, but also diseases.

People want to heal those who have been invaded by incurable diseases.

But the new king says.

"Witch. If they leave the temple, my soldiers will die. If my soldiers die, more folk will suffer and die."

Isis wept and suffered from the bottom of his heart.

Who to help and who to abandon.

Whose wish is right and what is wrong?

I healed people without knowing and kept crying.

"Oh, goddess. I can't stand it anymore....."

Isis, who healed all wounds, was caught by the wounds of his heart.

The heart of Isis, disturbed by the words of kings and men, had lost the power to judge righteousness and evil.

"Lady Goddess. Please show me the right way. Until then, I will continue to pray."

Finally, Isis, who trusted the goddess, kept praying behind the temple.

Without sleep.

I don't eat or drink.

Never listen to people.

I kept praying for days and days.

Isis weakening and weakening day by day.

But the prayer never ends.

Until the goddess shows the way.

Until the end, however, Isis' desired answer was not cured.

Isis, with the magic eye of healing, who kept praying, ended up in the back of the temple.

The king said.

"Stupid. I can't help but look away from my special powers and seek peace of mind when I die."

The people of the country said.

"Now there will be no more war."

And the kingdom that was ravaged by the neighbour was destroyed, and the new king died, and the people of the kingdom took another king.

A land stained with the smell of blood. There was a cloud above it that looked at everything.

"This is the outside world... No matter where we go, we are not given a role, and people kill each other miserably. Was this the experience I asked for?"

A witch lost her life looking down.

A small man who has worked hard to do his good deeds, and is desperate and decaying at the end of his anguish.

The clouds look at the fate of the witch and know the question.

What is the role? What is the mission? What is right and what is wrong?

I thought the outside world was experiencing a difficult experience.

I was confident that I could touch a lot of things and deepen my drilling.

He had hope that one day he would lead a satisfactory destiny for his noble role.

But the reality was different.

Even the witch, who had special powers and played a great role, was sadly scattered.

The clouds finally knew their immaturity.

It was shallow. It was stupid.

The ignorant should have been given wisdom and experience by the pioneers in the Ryujin Mountains for some time now.

But it's too late.

There is no place to go back to the clouds that rushed out of the Ryujin Mountains recklessly.

In the cold sky, a cloud falls in the way.

Then I found out that the witch's fate continued.

And the witch, who was to be buried by the sorrow, was resurrected in the light.

A witch who has grown large shining wings and is reborn.

But the witch sank in grief without rejoicing.

"Lady Goddess. Is this the answer to my constant prayer? Now, it's too painful and sad....."

The witch kept crying for days to come.

The clouds withstood, and descended beside the witch.

"Witch, let's go. Somewhere in the world, there must be a place for me and you to rest."

"But I have an important role to play....."

"No, it's not. I've seen it. That's how you kept on hurting yourself, tied to your role. So don't suffer any more."

"Can I throw you away?"

"I have been taught that the goddess you worship is merciful to people. Then have mercy on you, too."

"The mercy of the goddess....."

Witches think.

Perhaps next time you will receive the mercy you have just bestowed on those who suffer.

"Thank you."

The witch gave thanks to those who were beside her, or to the goddess who forgave mercy.

And then...

And the desperate witch, and the cloud that knew its immaturity, went to the other side of the sky in search of a resting place.