An off feel floated over the Valley of the Lotus, plants soaked up the mysterious energies that was flowing through the land, growing quickly to enormous qualities. The farther it was from any of the cities in the area, the larger the plants seemed to get. Animals, even the most aggressive in the area, stopped their pursuits and relaxed as they watched the air that flowed through the valley, as if they could see something none of the other creatures could.
Flowing through the air was the essence of a creature that hasn't existed on the earth for nearly 10,000 years. It slowly began to focus in the depths of the valley, the plants in the area flourishing to life and the animals in the area slowly gathering around to watch the now slowly forming lights dance around in the small clearing. It took a while, slowly beginning to consolidate in the clearing into a sort pillar of light.
The sound of the world had been so distant from his ears for so long, the events of the world had only appeared to him in quick little flashes that he couldn't fully comprehend in the limited state that he placed himself in in order to jump through the spances of time. He was slowly regaining the feelings he once had, the hard touch of the dirt below him, the tingling feeling of the grass against his skin, even the chill of the wind that waft through the valley. The scent that the wind brought with it filled his lungs, a brilliant scent that he had to ponder a moment before he gathered that it was the calming scent that came after a light rain that had pattered the world in this lonely valley. He listened to the sounds of the world as it moved back to him, the sound of the curious animals that slowly wandered up to where he was re-forming his pure essence.
Slowly a shape began to form from the light. Its hair was long, silver and beautiful, his skin, too, was pale and beautiful, almost giving the feel of purity. His face was contorted into a soft smile as he listened to the animals slowly make their way up to him. He was sitting, cross legged on the ground, like he was placed in a meditative state. He was draped in a collection of clothes that formed an odd white robe. He took three deep breaths and the essence remaining in the air slowly started to slip into his body, the light of the area slowly started to go out as the essence disappeared. Then it was dark again, lite only by the stars and moon in the sky. He took another deep breath in, opened his soft blue eyes that looked upon the animals around him in a caring feel, then let it out again. As the air escaped the creatures lungs, his eyes slowly started to shift from the joy and warmth they showed, to the cold steel look of a warrior arising once again to strike out at the evils of the world. Here sat Seraph, the General of the once widely known 7th-wing militant force, that once existed during a war that little, if any, would know anything about in this world.