Her breathing stopped, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she died, the moment she did, a bright light engulfed her. She had been in pain, but such a pain screeched to a halt as she was enveloped. She saw herself flying South, towards Hadar up to the mountain in which the Dragons resided. She saw the golden gates, they flung open for her and she walked in, looking around in awe, she was in paradise.
The city was beautiful, Allar all around her were happy, skipping around in pure white robes, she soon realized she was wearing her armor, in all of its glory. It looked shiny, pearlescent even, her shield strapped firmly onto her arm and her sword buckled to her belt, neat. She had the incentive to walk forward, towards the gleaming castle at the top of the mountain, so she did so, looking around with curiosity. She saw other people in armor, some from the Chrysant Era and some armor that was so far back from her time that Cazz did not recognize it. She kept walking though, extremely confused but at the same time she had a purpose that she herself did not know. The houses were stark white marble, lined with gold and silver and filled with happy families, everything that Cazz could have wanted. She reached the doors, Cazzlyzza pushed them open to reveal eight dragons sitting neatly around a blazing fire, Cazzlyzza stared at them in awe, they were real.
"Cazzlyzza Mu-Yaotl, the Raptor, Admiral of the Crozlassasz, Welcome to Paradise. It took some consideration from us all, but we have decided that you upheld your Caste to the very last day, thus, we will give you Paradise." The Red Dragon said lazily, snapping a finger before Cazz could speak, making her appear on an island, a form hunched over the chair, fishing. She looked over and gasped, it was her old house, she reached out to touch it, just as she had made it. As she reached out, a large hand touched her shoulder, she looked around to see a big blue Sa, red stripes and patterns ran down his body, he smiled.
"I told you not to fear death my love.. this is why." Szill said, looking down to his wife, when she saw his face, she broke out into happy, broken sobs, burying her face into Szill. The Sa Allar smiled, wrapping his arms around his armored lover and pulled off her helmet, going to scratch the underside of her chin. Cazzlyzza took it, overjoyed at it, though she still cried somewhat, this is what it truly meant to be at peace.
