Disclaimer:
These characters do not belong to me, but to the writers and producers
of Roswell
Spoilers:
After Chant Down Babylon, changes happening where Max is successfully
rescued, and Michael was the one who broke up with Maria.
Pairings: You’ll have to wait and see!
Pronunciation Guide:
Author’s notes: Queen Fadilia
Kedar: Max/Isabel’s mother
King
Alaric Kedar: Max/Isabel’s father
Andaria: Tess’ mother
Radim:
Tess’ father
Kedrans: race from which Royal Four descended
Iturians: race from which Khivar descended, and
overthrew and killed Zan and the Kedrans
** slight changes have been made to Chapter Nineteen to reconcile
the storyline with this chapter, the history of the show and where I am going **
***
Time is too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love, time is eternity.
-
Henry Van Dyke
***
Tess walked around the darkened chamber. “How could things have gone so wrong?” she
asked out loud into the emptiness. As
she crouched down and ducked into the contrasting white room, Tess surveyed the
room that had seen her departure and arrival; she couldn’t help but long for
‘home’. She hadn’t heard from Andaria
for days and she ached to be with Zander.
“I need to go home,” she whispered to herself.
Suddenly, as if by some psychic connection, she heard
Andaria voice calling to her. “Tess.”
Tess furrowed her brow and looked around the room. Was
she hearing things?
“Tess,” Andaria’s voice whispered
in her ear once more, as if she was standing there beside her.
“Mother?” Tess frowned. At once she felt this urgency to contact her
mother. Tess sat down Indian style and
took a deep breath and released it slowly.
Closing her eyes she reached out to her mother. She hadn’t tried reaching her mother in this
manner before, and hoped it wouldn’t tax her strength too much.
As she reached out into the dark
nothingness, Tess found herself growing listless and faint. When she felt like she was going to lose
herself to the darkness at that moment, Tess felt a pair of strong hands draw
her into a dim light. “Tess,” Andaria’s
voice echoed in her ears.
Tess opened her eyes and found
herself lying on the floor of a similar white room, though their seemed to be
no walls, no boundaries. She slowly
grabbed her aching head and licked her dry lips. “What happened?” she whispered groggily. Tess felt Andaria’s hands release her. “My child you shouldn’t have tried to
contact me like this,” she hissed. “You
could have been lost in that void forever.”
Tess swallowed and pushed herself
into a sitting position. “What do you
mean?” she asked curiously.
Andaria’s tall graceful fluid
form seemed to be even more awe-inspiring than Tess remembered. It seemed as if her solid physical body
seemed to mask such beauty and light.
Her mother looked down at her sternly.
“Interstellar communication isn’t safe,” Andaria chided. “You should know that by now.”
Tess cautiously pushed herself to
her feet and shook her head. “No one
told me that,” she protested. “How am I
supposed to know that? It didn’t seem
like a big deal when I was talking to Max.”
Andaria shook her head. “That’s different. It is much easier to communicate from Antar with a primitive
world; that do not have the ability to communicate telepathically. Also, Max wasn’t conscious in his physical
state. He was in a safe horizon when
you reached out to him. ”
Tess didn’t understand what her
mother meant. What was a safe horizon?
Her mother obviously noticed her
confused expression because her eyes softened from their angry and worried
state. “Tess, when you communicate with
any psyche, have you noticed how easier it is to reach into when they are
unconscious or incoherent state?” Andaria asked.
Tess thought about it for a
moment and realized that it was true.
She nodded. “So? What does that have to do with Max and ‘safe
horizons’?”
“’Safe horizons’ are places
created for us when we, ‘mind walkers’, communicate with each other,” Andaria
said slowly, searching for the right words to explain this concept to
Tess. “When Max was sick, his spirit
and psyche automatically knew it needed a ‘safe horizon’ which would protect it
while his body was being ravaged with whatever disease or sickness that it
might be dealing with. When we,”
Andaria gestured to herself and Tess, “communicate, we find ourselves in a place
like this.” She lifted her hands and
motioned to the white plane, which they seemed to be occupying.
“This is what makes interstellar
communication for ‘mind walkers’ so dangerous.
If we haven’t located the ‘safe horizon’ in which the person we are
contacting, we can get lost out there.
If I hadn’t found you, I don’t know if you would have been able to find
your way back.”
The idea of not being able to
draw herself out of the vast emptiness was unnerving. She had never even considered it. Tess swallowed and nodded.
“I’m sorry,” she said distractedly.
“It’s just that I thought you were calling me and I needed to talk to
you about Zander.”
Andaria’s expression became one
of concern and empathy. “I know my
child. It has been hard for you to be
separated from Zander. I know what it
is to be without your child for so long.
It’s an ache that just sits in your heart,” she replied.
Tess lowered her eyes, trying to
pull back the tears. “I miss him so
much Mother. I need to hold him.”
Andaria nodded. “It won’t be long now my daughter.”
At the mention of time, Tess
stiffened and swallowed hard. How would she tell her mother that she had given up
on Max and the other two? She was done
fighting and just wanted to go home. “Things aren’t working out the way you
planned Mother,” she said mournfully.
Andaria frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Max isn’t coming back with
me. And neither are Isabel and
Michael.”
The tall blonde rebel leader
tilted her head and her expression turned to one of worry. “You need to convince them otherwise Tess,” she
said tersely.
Tess bit her bottom lip and shook
her head. “It’s too late Mother. If we had hatched out of the pods together
and Nasedo found them earlier, maybe,” she paused, “maybe they would have
come. But as it is, they don’t care
about Antar or the throne. They’ve
immersed themselves in the human culture and have turned their backs on their
duty.”
“This is unacceptable,” Andaria
shook her head. “Preparations have been
made and it has been foretold. Our
Seers have prophesied this.”
“Well they’re wrong,” Tess said
bluntly. “I think we have to deal with
the stark reality that we’re on our own on this Mother.”
As much as Tess wanted this
prophecy her mother spoke about to be true, she had to deal with reality. Her son’s life was at stake. If she stayed away any longer, the dream or
vision she had would no doubt become reality.
And she had lost her Love because she hadn’t put up a fight, but she
would not lose Zander. He was her only
focus now. Tess had had enough of
foolish fairytale fantasies and was now faced with the knowledge that if her
people were to survive the onslaught Khivar was planning, she would have to
lead them.
Andaria seemed unusually calm for
the news Tess had just given her. She
had thought her mother would launch into a lecture about how she wasn’t trying
hard enough and that she needed to give Max time. Instead, the former maidservant to the Queen Mother, closed her
eyes, as if remembering some pleasant dream, tilted her head smiled. She approached Tess with an expression of
serenity and confidence. “No my child,
we will not have to do this alone,” Andaria stated calmly. “I know that the True King will return and
save our people and many other worlds from the Hand of Khivar. It has been prophesied and foreseen.”
“Mother,” Tess began to
protest. “You can’t just stick your
head in the sand and…”
Andaria shook her head and
interrupted her daughter, as if Tess were 3 years old and unable to understand
something of what she knew. “The truth
will come and will set us free. Have
courage and faith my daughter. Max will
see the truth, and so will the others.
Do not be disheartened, it has been destined.”
With that, Tess found herself
sitting in the Granolith chamber once more, nothing but the intermittent drops
of water, echoing throughout the hollow desert peak.
~~~
Max was filled with mixed
emotions. As he watched Tess leave the
apartment, he felt relief that she had finally realized that he wasn’t leaving
Earth. Max was tiring of trying to explain
his ‘choice’ to her. She had to
understand that he had loved Liz since he saw her in second grade. It was love that made him risk his life and
his secret to save her.
But, as always, there was this
nagging voice inside telling him to after her. It urged him to apologize.
He had been a complete jerk to her when she apparently was trying to
tell him the truth he had asked for. Max
didn’t know what it was about her, maybe it was some inherent genetic instinct
that drew him to her. Max sighed and
needed some fresh air.
He silently and frustratingly
walked to the balcony.
‘You know
it’s not genetic makeup.’
Bah. Max rubbed the back of his
neck and closed out the rays of sunlight that now beat down on him. “What do you know?” he challenged the
nagging voice.
‘You loved her once and you keep thinking about her.’
“I don’t!” he mumbled to
himself. “The only reason I would think
about her is because I’m trying to figure out what stunt she’s going to pull
next.”
“Who are you talking to?” Isabel
asked.
Max turned around sharply, his
heart beating at a rapid pace.
“Isabel!” he exclaimed, embarrassed.
Isabel took a couple of steps
forward and leaned back on the railing.
“You’re thinking about Tess?” she asked casually.
Max averted his gaze and thought
about the question for a moment before answering. “Uh, sort of.”
“I’m going out for awhile!”
Michael yelled from the living room.
Max looked over his shoulder,
where he could see Michael walking out the door. “What was that?” he asked curiously.
Isabel seemed to stare after
Michael for a moment before turning her focus back to Max. “Nothing.
I guess he just needed some air,” she said casually.
Max didn’t quite believe
Isabel. When he had come out from
Michael’s room, things seemed tense. Isabel
was in the bathroom with Tess and Michael was brooding on the couch. There was definitely something going on, but
he decided it was in best to let it lie for now. “Okay,” he sighed.
“So you and Tess. What’s going on?”
The blunt question left Max
speechless for a moment. He wasn’t
expecting Isabel to be so forthcoming in her questions. “What do you mean?”
“Are you changing your mind about
staying on Earth?” Isabel inquired.
Max frowned and shook his head
fervently. “No!” he exclaimed. “I’m staying here.”
“Are you sure?” she asked
tentatively. “I know you must be
worried about Zander.”
Max tilted his head, leaned
forward and studied Isabel for a moment.
“What are you talking about?”
Isabel swallowed and folded her
arms across her chest. “Obviously Tess
didn’t tell you how worried she is about Zander.”
“Why?” Max knew she was missing their son, but worried about him? Then he remembered her waking up in a
sweat. Max chided himself for not
pressing her about the dream. It must have been about Zander. He frowned again. Why didn’t
she tell him about it?
“Apparently she’s worried about
Khivar using Zander,” Isabel explained quietly. “Look Max, I don’t know if it’s true, but I get this awful
feeling that Khivar would have no problem using Zander…”
His heart skipped a beat. Using his
son.
He couldn’t bear the thought.
Though he hadn’t been there when his son was born, or held him, Max had
a connection with that boy. When he
felt his heartbeat and felt his son’s pain, when Zander was sick. Max felt helpless and useless. But now, his son was in danger again, but
this time it was because of Max, that he was in danger. “I don’t know!” he mumbled. He debated whether he could believe Tess,
but then as he gazed up at Isabel, whose expression was also one of worry, Max
knew that it wasn’t only Tess’ dream he had to believe in, but also Isabel’s
vision.
“Max,” Isabel said, her voice
full of sympathy. “I know this is a
hard choice to make, but I want you to know, that I would support you if you
did decide to go back and save Zander.”
He looked up thankfully at Isabel
as her words gave him a minimal amount of comfort. “Thanks.”
“You’re going back to Antar?”
Liz’s voice startled Max, as he turned and saw the hurt of the news settle on
her face.
“Liz!” he gasped. Max moved to reach out to her, but she took
a step back. Maria and Kyle stood
behind her, as if they were her bodyguards.
“I can explain.”
“You can explain?” Liz
asked. She looked shaky and
distraught. Her eyes pierced right through
him and begged him to please make her understand.
“Yes,” he sighed
frustratingly. Max didn’t know how it
had gotten this far, but now the words didn’t seem to want to leave his
lips. “I…I, well…” As he stumbled over the words, the doubt in
Liz’s eyes grew and he could tell that her heart had sunk at the inability of
Max to put together a reasonable answer.
“You can’t be serious,” Maria
exclaimed incredulously. “Can you?”
“That tramp killed Alex and then
lied to all of us. She manipulated us into
trusting her and then mindwarped us into believing that it was suicide. She is a liar and some other choice words
that I will not lower myself to say.”
Max ran his fingers through his
hair. “Look, I know all of that. But it doesn’t change the fact that Zander
might be in danger.”
“Zander?” Kyle asked. “Whose that?”
Max looked up at the 5’7 jock,
whom had once been his mortal enemy; but all that changed once he brought him
back from the brink of death. “He’s my
son.”
“Your son?” Liz whispered. “You’re going back for your son?”
Max nodded. “Khivar has him and both Isabel and Tess
have had some bad premonitions about leaving him alone so long,” he
explained. Once more, Max reached out
to Liz, who still seemed reluctant to accept this answer.
“Why doesn’t Tess just go back
there? And why is she so worried about
him in the first place?” Maria growled.
“Didn’t she make a deal with the maniac in the first place? I thought they were close buds.” She rolled her eyes and folded her arms
across her chest.
“I don’t think she really is with
Khivar,” Max said hesitantly. He had
listened to Tess and the way she talked and described Khivar, and it sounded as
if she loathed him more than any of them either could.
“You’re going to defend her now?”
Liz asked skeptically. She gazed at him
angrily. “The only reason I put up with
her is that she was the only one who could save your life, and even that, I
have my doubts about.” The petite
brunette walked around the living room coffee table and sat down on the couch,
her arms resting on her knees, her head hanging low and her hands holding back
her silky locks of hair.
Max opened his mouth to say
something, he didn’t know what, but something.
“It’s not that I trust her now,” he said cautiously.
“It’s just…”
Suddenly Maria interrupted
him. “It’s just what?” she
retorted. “You keep wanting to buy into
the lies she’s feeding you. You don’t
want her to be that ‘bad guy’. I mean,
how could you have slept with her and not known what she is capable of, right?” Maria sat down beside Liz and stared up at
Max, her long lashes batting innocently at her past reference.
“Stop,” Liz pleaded, resting her
hand on Maria’s knee. She looked up at
Max and swallowed. “Can we talk?”
Max nodded. “Can you guys leave?” He implored Maria, Kyle and Isabel to give
him some time with Liz. They needed
that.
Maria looked hesitantly at
Liz. “Are you sure?” Liz nodded.
“Yeah, we need to talk,” she replied, her eyes never leaving Max’s.
Once Maria left reluctantly,
reminding Liz that she would be just out in the hallway, and Isabel dragged
Kyle away from the spectacle; Max found himself standing before Liz, at a loss
of what to say. This woman whom he had
vowed to love forever gazed up lovingly at Max, a tear in the corner of her
eye. She stood up and wrapped her arms
around him and nuzzled her face into his chest. “Please don’t leave Max.
I don’t think I could bear for you to leave me again.”
~~~
Michael had thought about going
for a walk, but then decided he needed something longer than a walk and further
away from the mess that had just been accumulating. As he stepped out of the jeep, whose car keys he had managed to
sneak off with, while Isabel and Max were engrossed with his little soap opera
melodrama, and took in a deep breath.
The desert was always a place of solitude, quietness and the picture of
rest for Michael. He loved just
standing out on the cliff, which had become a meeting place of sorts for the
elite group of Roswellians. Out here
they could talk about anything and everything without having to worry about
someone bugging the place or watching them, without the group noticing.
He picked up a stone and threw it
as hard as he could over the precipice.
What was keeping him here? Michael sat down on the dusty
rock that overlooked hundreds of thousands of feet of empty space, before the
crashing reality of the jagged rocks below.
Antar. He had been thinking about
that place for years and years. How would he get there? Where was it?
Lately he had been having visions
again. Michael hadn’t told the group
about it. He knew that it wasn’t the
most desirous of subjects among Max, Isabel, Maria, or Liz. He had been remembering. Bit by bit, Michael remembered his past life
and the feelings he had for Isabel, or ‘Vilandra’, should he say. His earlier dreams had only been a mixture
of what he had already known about his past life and reality. He was sure that Vilandra hadn’t told him
about Khivar; he knew because the visions he had been having lately confirmed
it. They were coming with more
frequency now.
The sun hung overhead, and beat down
its glaring rays. He looked up and saw
the faint outline of the pale moon converging with the bright warmth of the
sun. Michael frowned as he watched the
spectacle occur. All of the sudden he felt
as if something was sitting on his chest.
Michael licked his dry chapped lips and wiped the sweat from his brow
with the back of his hand. He wasn’t
sure if it was from heat exhaustion, he didn’t think so, since he had been only
sitting there for a few minutes, but he kept on fading in and out of
consciousness. As he tried to fight to
stay awake, Michael finally gave in and lay back against the gritty copper soil
and drifted into sleep.
“They are
in Commander Rath! I don’t know how
they received access, but they are in the inner courts.”
Rath/Michael
frowned at the officer and turned to Zan and Ava. “Fall back to the inner sanctum, I’ll keep Khivar out long enough
for you two to escape!”
“I’m not
running like a coward,” Zan declared.
“Don’t
argue with me Zan!” Michael/Rath warned, as he saw the inner gate giving
way. “Go!”
Zan pulled
out of Ava’s grasp and stood nose to nose with Rath/Michael. “Like I said, I’m not running. Now you’re either going to bickering with me
when they break down the gates or you’ll stand with me Rath,” Zan growled. “Either way, I’ll still be here.”
“And so
will I,” Ava added, stepping up behind Zan.
Rath/Michael
let out a primal scream. “All right!”
he yelled. “Fine. Be stubborn. I always knew you were.
But I didn’t think you were this illogical.”
Suddenly
the inner gates creaked and the hundred tonne doors fell with a thud. Hundreds of raised voices cried out in
victory, but no signs of Khivar.
Rath/Michael commanded the remaining soldiers to engage in battle as he
pushed Zan and Ava back to the throne.
Zan stood along
side Rath/Michael as they picked off Khivar’s approaching squadron of Iturians. The power of Zan and Rath/Michael together,
felled the attackers in tens as they flew at the Royal Four. Rath/Michael glanced to his right to see Ava
standing beside her husband blasting those who made it through Zan’s
blasts. He hoped Vilandra had escaped.
They took
on the army of men Khivar threw at them, but in an unexpected turn, the men
fell off and drew off to the side, finishing off men Rath/Michael had known and
commanded for decades. Rath/Michael
glanced warily at Zan. “He’s up to
something,” he whispered to his Liege.
“And we’ll
be ready.”
The
commander of the Iturian army was unveiled through the curtain of
soldiers. Rath/Michael noticed he was
dragging someone behind him. It was
Vilandra.
Khivar
pulled himself up to full stature and smiled mischievously. “I’ve waited and planned years for this
moment. And in the hand of victory I
will take my greatest prize!” Khivar growled.
Ava, Zan
and Rath/Michael looked strangely at each other. Zan took a step forward and shook his head in disgust. “You are too full of yourself Khivar. You haven’t won yet. Let Vilandra go and we might not make your
death a torturous one”
“Oh
really? Haven’t I?” he asked knowingly,
arching his right brow. “Vilandra, why
don’t you inform your brother how it was I penetrated your outer gates and
routed Commander Rath’s armies.” He
yanked her arm and she stumbled forward and fell to her knees.
Rath/Michael
glanced over at Vilandra, who would not meet his questioning gaze. “What is he saying Vilandra?” he demanded,
glancing back and forth between his enemy and betrothed.
Khivar
nudged Vilandra with his knee. “Tell
them,” he commanded Rath/Michael
watched Vilandra move towards Khivar.
He grabbed her arm. “What are
you doing?” Rath/Michael growled.
She turned
and the once warm pools he had loved to gaze into, stared guiltily into
his. “I’m sorry Rath. He said that he wanted peace. He told me that if I just let him in, he would
settle this with Zan without bloodshed.” Her shimmering locks fell down across her face and she began to sob.
“He promised. I didn’t know Zan,” she peered up at her brother,
“he said he loved me.”
“How could
you do this?” Zan raged. “How could you
betray us like this? How could you believe
him?”
Vilandra’s
expression harded at her brother’s judgment. “You would have gotten us killed
Zan. At least this way, our people and
our family would have lived to see old age,” she accused menacingly. Khivar moved towards Vilandra and picked her
up, until she stood side by side with him.
“We could still end this peacefully,” she said hopefully.
Rath/Michael
watched in horror. “He is a liar and
never intended to take the Royal family alive!” he roared. Rath/Michael strode forward and reached out
to stop Vilandra.
Khivar
raised his right hand and smiled. Rath/Michael found himself unable to
move. “You are really a wretched
creature Rath. I thought you would have
been more of an opponent than this.”
Rath/Michael seethed with anger and disgust at the Iturian scum, who
stood before him. “The great Royal
Four. How I enjoy watching it all
crumble!” His black eyes gleamed under
the celestial lights that hung in the throne room. “I wil give you credit Rath, because at least you’re correct
about this one thing. I never intended
to take you alive.” Then in a blink of
an eye, he released a critical blast. The reddish stream of light blinded him,
and the area of light expanded so that he could no longer watch Khivar’s
delighted expression. As it approached
and Rath/Michael watched it envelop him, he heard Vilandra’s scream echo in his
ears. “Nooooooo!”
He felt
dazed as his life’s energy ebbed away.
As he observed from the solid plane that held him up, Rath/Michael
watched as there was an exchange of blasts from Zan and Ava aimed at Khivar who
easily blocked them. Zan and Ava looked
worn from the battle beforehand.
Rath/Michael watched as Vilandra sobbed, whist in Khivar’s grip. He whispered lovingly into her ear, while
she cringed at his touch. There was a
jumble of words that flew past from Vilandra’s lips, which seemed to anger
Khivar. His gaze turned towards Ava and
Zan, whose shield was wavering.
Khivar’s eyes narrowed and a smirk replaced the frown on his face. Suddenly two blasts flew forth from
Khivar. Rath/Michael was faint and
could not turn and see if the blasts had hit their marks, but as he watched
Vilandra’s expression turn from that of sorrow to horror and agony,
Rath/Michael knew that Ava and Zan were dead.
During his last breath, before Rath/Michael closed his
eyes for the last time, he watched as Vilandra pull away from Khivar and
release the brightest swell of energy that had been seen since the Battle of
Evgeny. Khivar dove to the ground and
avoided the blast while releasing one of his own. Rath/Michael hands clenched wearily, as he watched his beloved
Vilandra crumple to the ground, her beauty frozen in that last moment of time,
with the glow of the palacial flames surrounding her, and the last of the
Kedran army slain.
With a gasp, Michael woke up with
a start. The images and the people
seemed so real. He looked down at his
hands, which remained clenched. How he hated
him.
Michael now remembered his life
as the Second in Command. His struggles
with Khivar had been fierce and bloody.
Each side took turns receiving massive blows to their armies with every
battle.
Something then stirred inside of
him as he dusted himself off and stood looking out from the ledge of the cliff,
he let out a defiant, primal scream.
Khivar would not win this time.
Michael would tear his age old enemy to pieces with his bare hands.
He closed his eyes and images of
blooded men dressed in silver armor flashed before him. His stomach lurched as he recalled each one
of their names, and the brotherhood he had with these men. Khivar would pay for slaughtering his men,
his brothers.
Michael gritted his teeth ad
opened his eyes, a quiet tear rolled down the corner of his face. He could hear Vilandra’s laugh echo within
his ears. And the image now etched into
his memory of the pain and agony on her face as Khivar stole her essence from her. He swallowed as he let the need for revenge
overwhelm him and the knowledge that he had another chance at saving his people
from Khivar’s unholy grasp. Michael had
never felt this engulfing need and desire before. It was as if he finally knew his purpose.
~~~
“Here is
my chosen servant,
His
slumber is as refreshing to the soul.
I have
destined him to bring peace to this people,
I have
chosen him to rule.
Long ago
his fathers sat on star-covered thrones.
I chose
them in the depths of darkness,
I made
them my people and bestowed on them
The gifts
of the heavens.
A time of
drought I called upon their house.
They wait
in anxious hope and I have heard their cries.
I did not
leave them in this despair.
No, again,
I will be glorified by them.
For hidden
in the depths of darkness,
No false
intend to find.
Four who
ruled in ages past,
Will rise
to their own kind.
Creator laid,
Foundations
made,
His Plans will
not be moved.
Sleeper rise
and sleep no more.
Truth and light
be told.
Though pain
and grief may strike you still,
Peace and love
wilt be.
They shall
embrace the chosen destiny,
All Four
will be put to task.
But One
will join the stars together,
Loving
destiny will only last.
How swift
the coming days approach!
Will they
hear the mournful cry?
You have
seen the Chosen One.
He had been
and fell before his time.
Now I
shall raise him again and he shall not die.
His days will
be long and arduous,
But I will
bless his house and his children’s children.
No longer will
the downcast sit on the throne.
No more will
they disparage the name of the house of Kedra – my chosen people.
Cry out oh
people!
Shout with
joy!
Your King
shall be returned.
One whose
steadfast love will quench,
The fury
of the spurned.
Beauty at
his side,
His Second
will command.
She who
has betrayed is betrayed,
All go hand
in hand.
Now I have
stirred up one from the south, and he comes –
One from the
rising of the sun.
He will
gather and prepare the One who will be King.
Together with
the Light of the pale Moons,
The way shall
be paved and made smooth.
The Sleeper
shall awake and bring forth the Created Ones.
Out from the
depths of the void,
All shall return
home.
Here
begins the welcoming of Spring.
Here
begins the time of renewal and refreshing.
The season
of light and joy will fill the house of Kedra once more.
No more
mourning or doubt.
No more
tears of sorrow.
I have
brought you him, who will lead you out of the darkness,
And he who
has been and will be.
I have
foretold these things and as I have declared,
They shall
be a remnant of hope to you.”
The Book of Eudora II, vs. 1-38