Here's our favorite French-speaking, flute-playing, golden-haired prophet... Stay tuned, because coming up next is none other than Himiko! :D

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The Moon:

"We see the Moon, forever our illusive guide through all the distractions. But is she a help or a hindrance?"


The little bouncing one, the artist, calls him a half-baked prophet. Waka almost resents this—after all, sa chérie and her envoy have never received a false prophecy from him. And so he laughs it off, offers a few cryptic words of advice, and tries to ignore the faint, tugging feeling of guilt when the tiny poncle accuses him of being the cause of all the misfortunes that are plaguing Nippon. The harsh tone of those words pain him, and it pains him more to know that, to some extent, they are true.

(There is nothing he can do about the past, but it still hurts, hurts so much, and he suffers from it every day)

The Tao master is neither a divine being from the heavens, nor a human from the mortal realm. For all the years he has walked among the gods in the Celestial Plain and for all his efforts in this land of mortals, the only place he feels he has the right to call home is the moon. The lunar realm is a cold, desolate place. Lifeless. It is a barren land of technology and machines. Flowers don't bloom there. Trees don't grow. But the moon is his birthplace, his origin.

(Home)


The accursed Ark was built by the members of his race, and he was the very one who piloted it to the heavenly plain. He didn't know about the thousands of demons hiding within its metal hull. On that fateful day, when the Great Mother Amaterasu dragged Orochi down to the land of mortals, he was to evacuate the remaining Celestials in the Ark of Yamato.

(His fault, all of it, all of them are dead because of him)

He remembers the sound of their screams in his sleep, the crunch of breaking bones. Remembers the color of the blood staining the Ark's smooth surface. The roars and laughter of the monsters, the heaviness of his sword, the screech of metal when the Ark lost its rudder. The deafening impact into the frozen lake. Waka tries to forget the past. He tells himself that there is nothing he can do about what has already happened, he cannot reset his actions all those centuries ago. The people of the lunar realm do not age, not the way mortals do. A blessing and a curse—he has an eternity to regret his mistakes. An eternity of pain and guilt floating in the back of his mind.

(Why would they do such a thing? His people had to have known about the dangers lurking in the depths of the Ark. They had to have known the curse it contained)

And even after the Ark crashed into Laochi Lake, after the siege of monsters escaped into the mortal world, and after the countless deaths of the Celestials, her children, the Great Mother forgave him on the spot. She trusted him, trusted his prophecy about the birth of the Chosen One, and waited for him without question.

(If he is the moon, then she is the sun. Warm, loving, full of life. He doesn't deserve her forgiveness, and yet she gives it to him anyway)

It is sometime during her long slumber in stone that he realizes he loves her. And he patiently waits for her to wake up, just as she had waited for him all those years ago.

(Amaterasu)