Cherry Blossoms on the Wind

The cherry trees were covered in blossoms. The wind rustled their branches and carried pink pedals away. The drone of cicadas and the orange glow of the street lamps brought a stillness to the castle looming above.
"How very audacious of you." The child spoke as he approached the warrior slumped against the wall before him.
The warrior clutched the wound in his side with one arm, and with his other he leveled a crossbow at the thing that wasn't a child. His hand may have been shaking, but his voice was steady. "Well Lord Aros, whoever manages to kill you and your kind will have to be quite audacious won't they?"
A hint of a smile curled at the corners of Aros's mouth. "What is your name?"
"Karov." The warrior fired his last bolt mid-word. A gamble that the Last of the Lords would be caught off guard with such a break in decorum. One he thought lost when Aros flicked the bolt from the air without breaking his stride "Ah. Damn then."
Aros knelt down and examined Karov's blue grey eyes. The warrior of only two decades met that gaze. He had accepted his death somewhere between his first sighting of the First of the Five and the moment his side was ripped open.
Aros found what he was searching for. "I suppose your life is mine now isn't it?"
"I suppose it is." Karov closed his eyes and rested his head on the wall. He winced as Aros touched the wound. But instead of more pain, he felt the soothing light of Celestia.
"I expect tea when I am through with the observatory in the evening. With ginseng and cherry syrup. Do you understand? Mr Karov."
On that day, the trees danced in the breeze. Pink pedals drifted above the castle as the cicadas droned.
On another day, flames danced. Embers drifted above the castle as the fires roared.