A Prologue....

Sweet wind blowing across my memories....

I am a loner. A solitary figure walking in a sea of darkness. For some, reality is only a dream. Wish that it could be so with me. Then one day I would awaken and find love, warmth, friendship. I might just find the Light. But no. Reality isn't a dream. I walk in that forsaken sea of darkness where nothing of the Light finds holds. Nothing of the Light penetrates. Nothing breaks through the marsh of isolation.

In my reality, my only friends are the memories.

After the end of the Silver Millennia, after the High Queen's sacrifice, of those left, traitors were banished. Worlds crumbled. Civilizations faced extinction. All traitors were sent to the far reaches of the galaxy, never to return. And of those traitors, I was one.

Do you sometimes wonder over the mysteries of Earth? All those secrets left with us. I know the answers. I know the truths. And of all my people, I am the Cursed. I alone must walk through my life without Death.

I've been alive too long. My heart has grown sour. All goodness I might have once known has been devoured by Truth.

In Mesopotamian myth, there was a creature named the alu. He was purposed to have no ears, legs, or mouth, yet was seemingly canine. He preferred darkness. How fitting that I should empathize with this creature....

It's been a millennia. My family; bitterness. Perhaps vengeance shall grant me peace....