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Summary:

We were the Eyes beyond the Stars, that's what the legends called us. Obscured to the universe and all the inhabitants that flourished beyond my planet. All the chaos that occurred in this war was something I could not stand to sit idly by while people died, and the visions that plagued my sleep only worsened. I wanted to intervene to end this conflict, but my beliefs caused difference in opinion among my race. Standing by to watch the fate of every being that existed wither away in an ever-approaching evil, its source a corrupted King that dwindle in the clutches of darkness.

How could we have not stepped in sooner? Did we really need to let them suffer to the point of extremist, not offering to break approaching battles that were unnecessary?
Even now, I wondered if they learned the truth, would they cast the blame own my people, or was it time to take matters into my own hands no matter how much my father disagreed.

It's too late to turn back now, as I've made up my mind to do what I sat out to do. But will it be enough to heal those who already lost so much, then again, would my involvement cause more harm than good when I reveal myself… Only time will tell...

Prologue: Conflicts Beyond the Stars

Stars and galaxies dance before our eyes in a never-ending circle of life. We stand alone in the vastness of the universe as we watch over other beings create life or chaos. The wheels of time keep spinning bringing along mysteries too big for the feeble mind to comprehend, but that's not us.

My concerns were different, finding sleep did not come so easily as it had before with visions that kept repeating every time I sought a moment of rest. It came back to me at times when I did not expect it, during the day when I was in the middle of my duties, yet things kept shifting to images with darker tones that made me shudder upon memory.

I kept walking toward the throne room to where my father would be mostly, as he always was dutiful in his work. Though we had our differences how we would handle things. Being passive of the start of the crumbling that threaten the lives of those involved out in the cosmos. How could this just be even remotely justified- we had the power to intervene when things were shattering from the beginning. Yet, he would give me reasons that any direct outreach to their world would threaten the lives of our own people.

If was possibly to do so, why wouldn't my father explain the evidence he held about the matter instead of brushing me off like a naive child. Beings from a different galaxy had come across energy that had corrupted their minds and, in the race, to gain more power, they had destroyed countless planets. People who did not deserve such a fate had their lives terminated too soon. Races only a few thousand years old had been wiped from existence, but Father kept reminding me it was the cycle of life. If they sought their own destruction it was not in our place to stop them, but then what was our place?

Were we not Aeon Watchers? Beings devoted to watching over the universe, keep stability, and right other people's wrongs was what we did, but even with all our abilities, some of our people feared the outside, hence my Father's preoccupations.

"We are devoted beings to all life, Aria."Hearing my father's words echo in my head resurfaced the stories he would tell me when I was just a young child about the responsibilities we held.

"There is nothing wrong with how things are but stepping in the forefront could have disastrous effects when those try to meddle in what occurs naturally." During those years of my childhood it had been only an innocent question, it never really satisfied me with the answer he gave. Could we truly shift the balance of the universe to create something to fix the equivalent? This I pondered on when I walked down quietly in the long corridors where there were a few others working in the hallway, attending to their own jobs for the day.

"Hello my little lioness." A gentle melodic voice perked up my snowy furred ears, shifting my direction to who it belonged to, my mother, Sharfa Furozh the Queen, to King Onir Furozh of the planet Aronae. Our people cherished her for her naturally warmth and compassionate heart though she was a very patient woman-truer statement when it came to be the firm voice that calmed situation between us.

"Hello, Mother." Nothing could stop a smile from appearing on my lips moving to walk over to her taking in the appearance that was similar to mine. Snowy silverhair that cascaded down her back with fringe bangs framing her face perfectly, the twin braids on both sides of her head adorned her with style. The braids were pulled back held together by a lotus flower hair pin. I saw azure orbs reflecting a gentleness in them as I continuing walking forward watching her fall in step besides me.

She knew that I was headed to speak with my father, she released a soft sigh, "I know you and your father disagree on how things our handled. I wish you both would not break out into an argument. I dislike it, so I'll accompany you, Aria." My mother was always the one that supported my believes, it just hurt that Father wouldn't give me the time or day to at least hear me out.

"It's not that simple, he is so stubborn and-" I started my usual ranting while she gave me one of her looks that simply stated, "Who do you think you got it from?" It made me give an exasperated huff, still I couldn't admit I was stubborn- something about how he just denied when things went too far did not settle for me.

Our responsibilities were to watch creatures from a safe distance, only getting involved when it was absolutely necessary to do so, yet my visions told me things would get worse.

I felt frustrated by this fact; I knew my mother noticed when I spoke, "Are we just supposed to let all those innocent lives, just fade away? When we are capable of stopping the source of what is crumbling the foundation of all those lives at the seam…" I could feel my tail lashing behind me with my round furred ears lying flat, displaying my feelings of anger with an irritated growl escaping my throat.

"Ari, everything that goes on is not always that simple." She always went to explain the broader picture of things, to show what parts I'd missed due to my need to act. Yet, there was a point she made whenever we would have our talks, but that did not mean I could not help to feel the weight and guilt of those fighting in battle.

"I know that! I really do! It's just if they knew we existed." My ears drooped feeling disheartened at how helpless I felt when there was a way to help, but no one seemed to understand this while the King, my father, kept up with the tradition of doing nothing. I released another irritated huff, "They'd have every right to be angry when we could have helped-Damn it! Does father not see what I am trying to explain to him-…"

"Language, young lady!" She scolded me giving me a stern expression that came across her features, still I softly gave her an apology for the crass curse I used. Her eyes held warmth while she spoke, her tone was gentle, "I understand how you feel, and I know you want to help during their conflict. Could you at least look at the-"?

"Your mother knows that it would be too dangerous. It is beyond our involvement at this point."

Father caught us by surprise as he approached us in the hallway that would lead to the throne room, his long navy-blue cape trailed behind him silently, "You know very well my child that the consequences of revealing ourselves could be catastrophic to our race. Tell me Aria, do you really want to see the faces of your people join the defunct of the universe?"

Father would often make these types of questions to try to make me see reason, in a way he was right. It was not in my inner most desires to see my people suffer under does in power outside our world, but the wars needed to end. As much as I did not want to see any of my fellow people join our ancestors in the cosmos, I refused to see other races disappear. "Father, I would do anything to keep our people safe. Seeing the universe just crumble around us is not the deed of a warrior, but of a coward."

Mother always told me I was the only one able to get my father out of his passive nature, this was one of those times. He looked at me with a bit of hanger as his ears dropped down close to his head and bared his fangs.

"Cowardice is only previewed to those who do not understand, Aria." He seethed while my mother glanced at him giving him a warning look, causing his anger to draw back if only a little. "Upsetting a balance like this could bring light to people who would only add more destruction that's what we've witness with this present war. It would be more bloodshed which we do not need."

"What if the roles were reversed! Surely, you don't think that remaining in the background is something the races we watch for countless years would sit idly by while we meet our end?" I knew that I've upset my father, he only wanted me to know things from his point of view. How was he not able to at least try to understand my views as well, I was not a young cub anymore, why in the world could he not see that.

"There is nothing to say, Aria." His tone had turned back to his usual sternness nothing could get through to him when his voice held such. I was not going to let him brush this off. Even if he didn't acknowledge that we should be involved, personally I knew more needed to be done. So, it wouldn't be easily dismissed as he tried to do before those visions, it was not something I could ignore. My father needed to see reason, so I wouldn't quit until he listened to me. Every argument we had ended like this with him cutting me off, as much as I respected my father there were some things he did not take into consideration.

"Why do we have to drop this conversation, Father?" I crossed my arms over my chest facing him while my mother knew that whatever he was about to say would upset me. I did not care about that because even with my stubborn nature, that I inherited from him, this was not going to deter me as I continued, "The fate of these people is waning if this war continues, the visions I kept having are recurring nightly. So, could you at least let me explain them-"

"I will hear no more of this, Ari." He quickly turned on his heel to head to his bedroom, as my mother sent me a gaze to comfort me whilst this would lead her to talk with him about our conversation. Sometimes I wondered how much patience she had to deal with his steeled set nature, somehow it felt like a futile attempt to let this settle over.

"I will talk to him, my cub." She walked over to put her hands on my shoulders though it did not seem like there would be any hope to make him listen. I gently stepped back from her comfort knowing this is how it has always been whenever it came to taking matters into our hands. After all this time he still refused, so what good would it do for her to placate me right now.

I couldn't deal with everything that was in this moment, so I deciding to head back to my own room. "Nothing will ever change mother, you know this has happened many times before. Father will always brush off what I think and tell me they'll pass. He'll never listen to me…"

My ears went flat again feeling my own mood turn solemn going back to towards my room. All I could do was think how I would handle this situation myself; someone had to do it. I'm not waiting around for him to let things turn to chaos.

If I'm going to do this, then I'd better find a way to aid before it's too late...