Arthur closed his eyes after the dragon left. Although their meeting was short, lasting only a few days, Arthur knew that the dragon had dedicated its life for his sake. This made it hard to accept his decision to die, but something else alleviated the situation.
"What's my name?" asked the small dragon made of blue water, which Azkahar had left behind. This is the reason that he turned his knowledge into a pond, only to infuse it with his soul for him to be reborn.
"Your name is Azkahar," said Arthur with a smile as he sat cross-legged. "Do you know the reason behind your existence?"
"...that is the only thing I know," said the small dragon with a nod as it flapped its wings and flew to land on Arthur's shoulder. "My task is to guide you using the knowledge I have."
