The Death of Fuyuki Date

And so Fuyuki Date departed from Agartha upon Roland and Ai-Kita's vessel. She stared long and hard at the island which compromised a substantial chunk of her adult life, shrinking as the distance between her and it became greater. The Divine Spires that pierced the clouds became thinner, smaller and less important as they crossed the barrier, and before long, Agartha was out of sight.

Another memory.

The Luminate returned to Xuantong with her lovers ashes. She sought out the Daughters Monastery that Sayuri told her about. She was welcomed with open arms and keen ears, ready to hear of the many tales and struggles of Agarthan life. Many years were spent there, for the remainder of her life. She studied and wrote as much as she could, documenting her time and experience while immersing herself in literature and teachings of the future generations.

Years had passed, indeed, and Fuyuki Date found herself on a bed in the early morning, propped up as the gentle morning light peaked in through her window. Her hair was grey, and her features diminished, still retaining the runescribed mythril fillings along her scarred face. She clutched that urn in her embrace, rubbing a gentle, wrinkled hand over the weathered clay. Gentle footsteps could be heard outside her room; Kitsune Luminates going to and fro, gossiping, giggling and discussing everything under the Sun. The sing-song of birds accompanied the morning light. Fuyuki's eyes fluttered, and her chest tightened. She grunted, and rose from her bed with much difficulty, stepping out of the room, and subsequently the Monastry itself with those beloved ashes in hand.

She journied down a small, bushy path beyond the gardens, and found a small opening with a little pond and gentle stream. The Old Scholar approached slowly, and gently fell to her knees, wincing as the pressure of the hard earth caused pain in her legs. She twisted with the urn in her hands, slowly placing it at her side. She took in a deep breath as the Light washed over her body, and her head began to lull. Her eyes started closing, and her vision began to fade into darkness. Her stance was proper, relaxed and truly dignified as she gently slumped forward, with Jiuweihu's Light shining over her for the final time in this material world.


I'm coming. Like I promised.
(Fuyuki Date)