The Fallen Sentinel

by Xeriliana

For years Celestrians have looked after their mortal charges, preforming their duties in hopes of one day returning to the realm of their creator. But when the day comes, things don't go as planned, and now a young Celestrian, must find a way to fix it all before its to late. Only one problem, she has absolutely no interest in assisting the mortals she's meant to save!

1. Prologue

Prologue

"They truly are pitiful creatures."
"Are they really?"
"Listen to their voices and tell me if you think otherwise."
"Is anybody there"?
"If you are, say something, show yourself!"
"Thus do the mortal's voices plead, ever hopeful for proof of our existence."
"For how long have we watched over their realm?"
"For how long have we Celestrians existed?" The young apprentice looked to the skies above the observatory, the home of Celestirans, contemplating the question before looking back to her master.
"Your question is one that is unable to be answered by me Master." She said, her silver eyes seeming to cut through the soft glow illuminating from the moon. Her master nodded.
"As is yours by me." He replied. She nodded and said nothing more, simply awaiting his instructions.
"Where... where are you!?" A voice from the mortal realm called out, catching the twos attention. "If you exist show me proof, give me reason to believe... please!" The young girl shook her head at the mortals cry.
"Pitiful." Her master said once more before walking off. "Come it is time to start your lesson." He said to her curtly before disappearing into the observatory. She nodded, but before following him she looked back down to the protectorate which they watched over below.
"Poor creatures, they truly are."