Gideon stood at the very edge of the steep cliff, looking over at the ocean that lapped at the rocky surface of the cliff as though it meant to wear it away before the night was over. The moon was nearly full above him, and he turned his deep red eyes to look at it, short platinum hair falling over his face as it always did. He made to move to correct its position. He had had many, many years to grow accustomed to the way things had turned out, but he still could not help but be bitter about the defeat of his people. Things had been so perfect for his kind, and seemingly in a matter of swift-passing moments, everything had changed. The humans were in control now, and his kind was forced to retreat to the rural forests and cities that had posed no previous threat to the weaker species�but he remembered how things had been�
Here we are, born to
be kings.
We're the princes of the
universe.
Here we belong, fighting to
survive
In a war with the darkest powers.
And here we are�We're the
princes of the universe.
The humans were so easy to enslave
then, they without any magic or real protection. They were earthbound, and Winglies were not. What chance had they against an obviously
superior race? They became obedient
slaves, workers and sexual servants.
His kind was on the top of the world; they even controlled where the
humans� spirits went after the body�s death.
Soa, the Creator, had made Winglies from the 107th fruit of
the Divine Tree. True, the humans had
come first as the 106th fruit, but did that not mean that Winglies
were all the more fully evolved, all the closer to perfection?
Here we belong,
fighting for survival.
We've come to be the rulers
of your world.
I am immortal, I have inside
me blood of kings.
I have no rival, no man can
be my equal.
Take me to the future of
your world.
Gideon had been present at Vellweb when it fell to the humans. He had been in the Tower of Flanvel, defending it, trying to keep it from falling. But the humans only kept attacking, firing huge arrows from their battary� �That the arrow would not only shear the darkness that covers the Earth, but also shear their corrupted hearts which were accustomed to being ruled,� to quote Emperor Diaz. When the tower fell, many of Gideon�s friends, and even a few relatives, had been killed, or gone missing and never returned. He hoped the missing ones had been killed, and not simply deserted their comrades. Even with these losses, Gideon himself had continued on, fighting any and all of the enemies that were placed before him. And he was good at what he was ordered to do. He had someone to fight for, and that gave him all the strength he could need.
Born to be
kings. Princes of the universe.
Fighting and free, got your
world in my hand.
I'm here for your love and
I'll make my stand.
We were born to be princes
of the universe.
No man could understand, my
power is in my own hand.
He was not among the youngest of the Winglies that fought in the Dragon Campaign. He had been assigned to Flanvel Tower, under the command of the much-feared Faust, Melbu Frahma�s right-hand man. Gideon could only dream of having the kind of magic power that man had. However, when Flanvel Tower fell, and Faust was killed, Gideon had already been severely wounded. He was ordered to return home.
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.
People talk about you.
People say you've had your day�
He refused. He recovered form his wounds quickly, and was reassigned to the Law City Zenebatos. When it was attacked, his old injuries ached badly as he fought, but he still continued on. He could not give up, not when the humans were advancing. He had to help his people the best way he could, and that was to fight.
I'm
a man that will go far.
Fly
the moon and reach for the stars.
With
my sword and head held high.
Got to pass the test first time - yeah.
After Zenebatos too fell to the humans, Gideon was reported to have killed more humans in one battle than any other man had the entire war. He was regarded as something of a hero, and during the short times the soldiers had between the enemy attacks, he was treated to all the wine, women, and song that he could endure. He made many other friends during this time, what oen might call �war buddies,� but again, most of them were killed before the end of the Dragon Campaign. He knew they would be, so he made the most of his time. But he swore he wouldn�t die.
I know that people
talk about me I hear it every day.
But I can prove you wrong
cos I'm right first time.
Yeah. Yeah. Alright. Watch
this man fly.
Bring on the girls.
The Winglies did eventually lose the war, and were forced to retreat into places that the humans would not go. They were humiliated, and even many years later, when his people were thought to have died out, and man or woman with silver hair and red eyes was persecuted, arrested, and on several occasions, even killed, simply because of their heritage. A whole new generation had been born by this time, a generation that knew nothing of the war but an elder�s stories. Many of his people had decided that The Archangel had abandoned them in their hour of need. And perhaps that was true.
Here we are, born to
be kings. We're the princes of the universe.
Here we belong, born to be
kings.
Princes of the universe,
fighting and free.
Got the world in my hands,
I'm here for your love
And I'll make my stand.
We were born to be princes
of the universe.