(Not accurate/some made up lore + occ characters. [g/n] = God name.)

In a temple laid the figure of a child. This child was you, [name], the first pyro archon. Many of your people do not know of you anymore since their memories of you have been wiped before you were put into a slumber that would be of 100+ years.

Murata, she became the 'new' pyro archon. You didn't mind her taking your place, well, technically she wasn't taking it, murata showed herself as archon rather than you because no one would think of a child to be their archon.

"I have a feeling something bad is going to come." you said. "How bad?" murata asked, a hint of worriedness in her tone. "I believe that it will cause blood to be shed, though it's just a prediction." "Alright then, if it is as bad, i will protect you."

Oh [name], you always knew when something bad was to come. I should have known that day when you told me those words. Even though your appearance was that of a child's, you were no child, but even though you were that of a thousand plus years, you always had some child like qualities. So, why? why did you have to participate in a war that caused a great amount of bloodshed? why did celestia put you into this deep sleep?

I watched as you fought. You fought with such gentleness/caution as you didn't want to cause harm to your fellow gods. Were you cursed with this eternal slumber because you didn't want to kill? you were far to kind to kill and you always cared about others more than yourself. Is that why you tried to save me when i was on my last breaths?

There was blood.. so much blood. While you fought, i did nothing but lie down on the hard ground, waiting for my death, but it never came. You, [g/n], were standing before me in all your glory. Minor cuts and bruises littered your small body, you were not harmed badly most likely because you were a child. Your usual smile was replaced with a sad frown, oh how i wish i could make you smile again, but i know i wont be able to. Tears welled up in my eyes at the thought. You sat down next to me and placed my head in your lap, "Shh, your going to be alright now that i'm here." you said, in a gentle tone. "I'm sorry.." i mumbled, fresh tears rolling down my face.

Your frown seemed to deepen at my words. "There's no need to be sorry. I thought i told you to not apologize for things that you did not cause." you said. "I know, but i was supposed to protect you from getting hurt, but it seems that i had failed to do so.." when i finished speaking, you went to speak but were cutoff by me coughing. I covered my mouth and went into a fit of coughs, when i was done i looked at my hand that was now red. Realizing that it was blood, i knew i had little time left, so i spoke, "[name], i know that i have little time left.. so, i want to request something of you." you had nodded as a sign for me to continue. "*Cough* i want to see you smile once more.. even if it's fake. I want my last sight to be you smiling." you smiled, not of happiness, but of sadness.

You reached up to your hair and pulled out one of your favorite hair pins and placed it into my hands. "I want you to take this with you when you go." your [f/c] hair pin. You wouldn't let a single soul touch it, but here you are, giving it to me, a person who's on their death bed. "I'll keep it nice and clean, i'll treasure it forever, even when i am that of a living person once more." that was it. My body went limp in your hold, the hands you once held and kept warm were now cold. You cried as you held my body closer, your little body shook as you sobbed your little heart out. The only thing that could be heard were the sounds of your cries and the clashing of blades.

I, Murata, died in the Archon War while trying to protect my little [name] from the cruel gods that dared to try to bring harm to her.