"Have you ever read Therissian lore? It is the religion of my race. And Seh'lvah's. It states that nothing is eternal. No god nor curse or trait can withstand the passage of time. Time is the only constant. And it flows and fluctuates as it desires, not obeying anyone. All things change when time dictates it. In it is a tale much like your own." Veraxitoc beckoned for him to listen closer.
"There once lived, in the lands of old, when the sky was dark with the smoke of creation, and the fires of life, a dragon. He believed himself ageless. One goddess, Ro'varrah, envied his ability. She felt that she deserved to have control over time itself. She felt herself above him. So, to try and discourage his ability, she cursed him. All children he had would die, in the same manner. They would be eaten by a wraith, in the form of a Wyvern. For years he tried to break the curse, to stop it occurring. The curse, was passed on to the rest of his kind by Ro'varrah. She cursed them to never have children, and for him to be alone in life. Finally, he gave up his gift, but unbeknownst to both of them, Time, had other ideas. Time wanted to see this race blossom, and felt that no-one should be eternal. Everything MUST end." Veraxitoc looked at Azuma, trying to bring the focus back to the original idea.
"So, time, being what it is, used it's magic, it's ability, to cast a dictating spell. Everything, whether god, dragon, curse or time, had to end. the dragon, didn't know the spell had been cast. He did not try for more children, and fell to sin, mating and copulating. When the time came for him to die, for his power to leave him, he felt strange. He got up from his deathbed, and walked outside to his wife. In her arms was a little baby boy. Ro'varrah, the goddess, had failed, and she had been ended, her followers forgetting her. She died, unworshipped. The immortality of the gods proven broken. The dragon got to live, until time decided that it was done, and knowing the curse was lifted because of time's will, he left the world peacefully." Veraxitoc kept a solemn face to Azuma.
"I feel Time will bide with you. Curses end somewhere. Time itself will dictate when and where. If time chooses Shamgar to be the final victim, then we must accept that. Do you know what Time prepares for? The end. Of all things. Time just chooses how long things deserve to continue. If this is Time's will, then know that Time will send Shamgar to the valley of paradise. If Time ends this here and now. Then we can rest. No point trying to change time. Things happen as it wills."