Hawk walked down the halls ofthe great building. As he walked, he admired the art and decorations that graced the walls. It was a miracle, as if it were a dream come true. Hawk had landed some hours ago on Kisan, the third planet. He had landed on a small island of the shore of the largest land mass. Here he had found a grand temple dedicated to the Fates, as if it had been built for them by an elder race long gone. He had been looking around for hours, just to admire the beauty of it all. This world reminded him so much of Kisal. Yet deep in his heart, the Kisani knew it would never be home.
He turned left and into an open great room devoid of light. Hawk drew his staff and with one shake, it grew. With a word, the tip of it started to glow white with light. As the light came to, there was a great thud from behind. Hawk turned to see twin massive doors slam shut; he ran towards the doors and tried to open them. There was no handle or swicth which would allow it. The Kisani stepped back a few steps and aimed his staff point first at the door. The Kiran staff was a tool of many aspects, able to be a light source, staff, or a blast weapon, capable of emiting a burst that could either stun or do as much damage as quantum field cannon. Before Hawk could employ its latter function however, a bright silver light suddenly burst into being in the center of the room.
The Kisani was momentarily blinded, but as the light dimmed, his vision adapted. He shortened the staff and sheated it. Thats when he heard the voice.
It was rich and melodious, like that of a Kisani womans. As it spoke, the light pulsed. Who are you to enter the Temple of the Fates? Hawk stood in silence, stunned by what he saw.
Who are you to enter the Temple of the Fates? The question was asked a second time, the voice patient. Hawk shook his head and cleared his mind.
I am Hawk Kael, first born twin of Jeseran and Emmet Kael of Kisal. I am follower of Seldarni, Fate of Wanderers, and Kiran warrior. I have come to this most holy of stars to seek aid.
The light faded to a dim for a minute before flaring up. Your bloodline is one of honor and pride, strong in knowledge and tradition. Your patron Fate is well chosen as you bear in you the soul of a wanderer. You do well in bearing the staff of the Kiran. You have proven your worth by seeking this system. Why do you seek out this holy star in seek of aid?
Lady Light, this galaxy is in dire danger. Over six years past, a race of conquerors swept into the Milky Way with technology beyond any known. Their numbers were great and their speed to act astonishing. In these last six years, many have either died, fled, or stayed and fought for their homes. Hawk went on to tell everything, from the events before the Ediens to their arrival all the way to the present. He also told of the civil wars of miliena past, of the fall of the Kisani race and their rise again under the leadership of Draven. He told of his own past as a renegade and a Kiran warrior and leader. Fianlly he finished.
The voice was silent for some time. Then it spoke once more, kindness and sadness and compassion mixed in. Over 8000 years ago, a man came before this place to ask for help. The Fates had sensed the coming of the Dark Ones and knew that his heart was true. He took with him ships to help fight them. Now 8000 years later, you face another challange; with the Kisani largely gone from this galaxy and the Fates having not sensed this evil, you stand little chance at winning. The Fates cannot see the future, but they know that if the Ediens win, there will be no hope for your galaxy. You, Hawk Kael are unlike any other Kisani ever known. You admit to once being a renegade and are proud of your past, yet you seek a second chance. You speak with a passion and a purpose that is selfless. Only two other spoke with such, Draven the Light Wielder and the general of 8000 years past. Draven never came here as this holy star had long been cut off, but his words reached even these hallowed walls.
The voice was silent for a moment more then spoke. The Fates have wacthed you, young Kisani. They have wacthed over many people who fight against this evil, though they know it not. You took the first step in coming here, but by first honouring a friends dying wish. You have chosen right in those to follow your steps. Once before, we gave the ships of Kisa to defend the Kisani people. Now we give them again, but not only that. Your fight seems to affect your galaxys every race. The Fates have chosen a role for you to walk and you did so willingly and free of will. You path is now your own. As a gift, we give you one thing, knowing you will use it well. A great burst of silver light filled the room, causing Hawk to shield his eyes. When it dimmed down to a pulse once more, Hawk saw an object floating; it looked like a blue stone the size of his palm attached to a leather thong. It floated from the center and quickly hung around Hawks neck.
This is the Vearnis, which will help you in your fight. It contains the written, oral, and art works of the Kisani race and the other Five Elder Races, those who had long passed from this plane of existence. In it holds the knowledge of ships, weaponry, and most of all, the wisdom of ages past. Be warned that not all will be revealed at once. It will take time to unlock. Remember also that the Vearnis is by right now yours; it will be bound to you by spirit and will. Where ever you go, so will this. It cannot be taken from you by force or deceit. Only your will shall allow it otherwise. The Fates love you deeply, Hawk Kael. They shall travel with you in spirt and heart. The light faded and the doors opened, leaving an awed Hawk in silence.
The next thing he did was knell in a prayer of thanks....
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