*Gathered around a haggered old man on a stool are a dozen children, aging between 5-13. All eager for him to tell a tale about the creatures from other realms. His long grizzled beard trailing onto the cobbled terra firma, yet the top of his pate is bald, he looks ancient and had the most amazing vivid violet eyes. He looks like a strange old man, one from another realm, which is in a way true, and his skin... it has a lilac tint to it and is as soft as silk. For he is a mixed race, both Human and Luûbrïcÿ, his mother was a human, and she brought him up in the realm called 'Earth', travelling from country to country, she died when he was 20, so he went to Luûôrï, where his grandmother brought him up, being as his father vanished. Once he reached the age of 100 he returned to Earth. The Luûbrïcÿ are a tiny race with claws for hands, they have wings and only a few thousand remain in the realm 'Luûôrï'. There eyes can be any colour as can their skin, which can also be any texture. They live for a thousand years of more, and each is born with a special gift. When he speaks his voice is that of a far younger persons, it is quiet and mellifluous.* "Arr my children, what would you like to hear about today? or would you rather watch other guardians prepare for creatures?" *He runs a hand across a large oak coloured book, dressed in gold, it is a record of the things he has seen and done. It has no title and is slightly battered, yet the pages are intact, some pages show writing, others a mirage of where other guardians await creatures. He emits a throaty cough, his usual way of hushing the children and raises an eyebrow, as if asking which creature they wished to hear about/see today. He had traveled from realm to realm, and was far wiser than most, yet he was sad, for he missed the Luûbrïcÿ members of his family. Yet he knew he had a duty to fulfil on Earth.*