Who am I?

I am what no other Magi newborn would even dare to dream. I am what many believe to be the face of clairvoyance. The choice of becoming who I am today was not mine to make, yet I took the choice willingly, because thousands of communities and empires relied on the protection of a single entity who would keep the cycle of life going-- even past death.

What am I?

I am part of the common race of individuals who have scattered about the stars, colonizing and bringing together the various communities that had laid silent from each other. The Magi, a product of the sentience of the greater powers of the civilization, and individuals with strong ties to the elemental energies that governed all life, were the warriors of change. We believed in strong communal sociality, and that it would shape the civilization into something good. We believed that happiness within a united intergalactic colonial community would allow us to prosper and further spread our seeds of harmony toward the shadows of the outlying edges of the universe.

Underneath the common veil, I am also a part of an ancient race-- a race that had been forged from the heart of 'he who had forged the stars into existence.' In blood, I am a Precursor, and I have been blessed and cursed with an opportunity no other Magi individual could ever dream of receiving.

How did I come to be? What was my purpose in life?

At my time of birth, I was given the title as a guardian-- not a guardian of a kingdom; not a guardian of a city-state. I was a guardian of a faith. My mother's bloodlines were tied to the Precursors, who believed that their guardian before me was running out of time. My father was a leader and warrior of the Icinian Council, who believed that fortune would favor the bold and wise. Both sides of the coin believed in a better future-- a future without war; a future without fear.

I was dubbed as a guardian of the Precursor traditions-- a religion that has been around since the existence of the first worlds of the universe. It was an enormous undertaking, but it also felt like a privilege. To be trained by those who had studied alongside their ancient ancestors for extensive periods of time meant that I had to be educated at an earlier age and learn how to walk and speak well before many other children at and above the age of one. For twenty five years since that age, I have been taught all about the Precursor traditions, rites, and scriptures, trading sweat for knowledge as I kept up to the words of my mentors.

Paleia, the one mentor who had taught me the most, treated me and tended to me as she would a mother. Her guidance helped me see clearly, granting me greater clarity of the mind and nurturing of the soul. She tested my mind to its limits and beyond, stretching my boundaries of the knowledge of the known worlds within the grasp of the civilization-- etching the past of their trials and their successes into my thoughts.

I received my first coronation as a true guardian at the age of thirteen. I had surpassed the wisest of elders in their collective lores. Many of the elders believed that I was destined to be the face of change-- the face of a new era, which would mark the re-emergence of Cosmos. Despite the brief realizations, I continued to study more of the Precursor traditions, delving deeper into knowledge-- otherwise forbidden from lesser Precursor scholars.

At age twenty six, I was summoned before the elders once more to receive the Mark of the Guardian, to become a pure Precursor-- a shining example of unbent loyalty, and a symbol of hope for the civilization and its core.

That was when 'they' drew their first sword. Our aggressors, the Rygoliths, once peaceful and nomadic protectors of the civilization, turned against us and led a surprise attack upon the civilization and, utterly, to the Precursor's homeworld-- Marcovi.

Many weeks before the attack, I felt the stars of a certain constellation pulling at my soul. The first few days I passed off the feeling, but further on as the days fluttered by, the tugging became more evident-- as if the stars were calling me out by name. The stars broke out into a melody of a song-- a faceless tune of many emotions; gorgeous, rhythmic, heart-breaking. The song itself wasn't what had caught my attention toward the stars; it was the voice behind the singing. It was a voice I did not recognize, yet 'she' continued to reach out from beyond the stars; captivating me, comforting me, wooing me.

I realized that the voice originated from outside of the civilization's protective gaze, and by some amazing coincidence, once the attack had begun, I had received word that my escape would lead me to the outskirts of the Elzar region-- exactly where the voice was coming from. I knew not who she was or where she was from, but I knew that I may be given a chance to meet with this person, and hopefully answer some questions that I had. It haunted me that an individual could have such strength and power to reach her spirit across the vastness of space. Did she know who it was that she was singing out towards? If so, how did she know of my existence if she did not lie within our gaze? Does she need help, or does she simply seek someone to talk to?

I had to make a choice-- to meet this mystery singer and hope that fate would bring us together, or I would remain at my home and defend my religion that I had grown up with. My life would certainly be on the line either way, yet I would have to make the most logical and life-changing decision...

Have our calls been answered?

Has something listened to our words of song?

It has only been seven weeks since we had begun stargazing in a certain part of our night sky. We noticed that our stars were blinking out of existence, left and right. Our sister noticed our subtle distress, yet she continued to behave as if nothing dreadful has happened.

'Tis was for the best of our loyal subjects, for they shan't feel panic for a phenomenon even we could not explain.

But, this strange being hurtling towards us, could this be our answer as to why our stars keep disappearing?

We can only hope that fate can bring us together...

Author's Notes:

A bit late for this, but I feel that a prologue was needed at this point to get some sort of a brief backstory in place.