The stars in the moonlight

The oracle

It was said that many, many years ago the ancients who founded our culture consulted with an ancient oracle who told them of future events that would occur. This is one part of that reading, one section of the words all of our people hold dear and near to their hearts, one reason our people still had hope despite our dwindling numbers and the advancing plague that seemed to be affecting every creature on every plane of existence. The rumored special one, the chosen one, the child of moonlight herself.

"As the light slowly fades to only moonlit night, a protector will emerge with out regards to the protector's own safety only the burning need to save the young last prince. Together they would weather the approaching storm that rained the plague upon the lands. Many, many deaths would occur. Families split down the middle, families devastated by lose, orphans banding together to form new family units. These new family units would not be based on blood, race or religion but on desires and drives to survive. Eventually, the prince and the protector would become the centers tones of the new civilization that would emerge from the ruins of many more. "

Those were the words of the oracle that were passed down generation after generation in the prince's family and in my family. Who am I? ....

Many individuals have asked that question over the years and I really have no answer to give them because in truth I do not know. I know only what is in the book that lays open in front of me, the journal of one Sebastian Alexander Delaware. (Philosopher and Doctor to the super rich.)

And I also know that my time, my future will be limited by fates as decided by the Gods. I know that this young prince in the story is the same one I see sneaking out of the castle gates each night as I make my rounds patrolling for danger before settling down into a routine that allows me to eventually fall asleep.