[Ylvali]

Mo-hi-hai, alchemist of the five elements, carefully stepped through the gate. Entering the courtyard currently substituting as the lair of Fu-tsang Lung, the great Tien Chi dragon of order and luck.

As always, Mo-hi-hai was awestruck by the gods otherwordly beauty. The two magnificent heads resting peacefully on the long silvery body were like symbols of ancient wisdom and divine love. The god spoke:

- Mo-hi-hai, my child. I feel much better since your care for me began. I beleive I shall soon be prepared to leave, yes?

- Father, your wounds are indeed mending with divine speed.

The dragon nodded slowly.

- Thanks to your loving devotion that is. And you shall be properly rewarded. Go home to your wife now, tonight shall your broken love be mended. When her belly grows you must bring her before me, so that I may bless your unborn son.

Mo-hi-hai could say nothing, muted by the most intensive happiness he had ever felt. He stumbled away with tears of gratitude running down his cheeks.