The White Dragon
Chapter 1
The galaxy feels different now. That was what the First Ones wanted. They disappeared, forcing the Vorlons and the Shadows to stop their war. The younger races were left alone as the elder races disappeared beyond The Rim. I was human once, but I am not originally from this time. The Vorlons rescued me from a tormenting life in England during the year 2008. I have been alive all this time up until 2261, modified and instructed by the Vorlons. I lived on the Vorlon home world as one of them, being allowed to carry them when they allowed it. But now they have gone, I have been left alone to start a new life without them. It is the hardest task they have asked of me.
But it won't be for long. My instructor had a plan for me. Being one of the wisest of the Vorlons, he knew that once they left, a new race would appear in a quiet, dark part of the galaxy. And it would grow, and it would wait. It was a dark race; an evil race and it would grow more powerful than any of the other younger races. My instructor didn't completely leave with the Vorlons. He is remaining dormant, where he can secretly observe the growth of this new race as it awakens. The race was born at the same time as the humans, but due to the balance of power, it remained dormant. Now the First Ones have left, the universe is allowing it to wake. But it is not friendly.
Where my instructor sleeps I cannot say, for it will put my life in danger. And my Instructor's life depends on me; if I die, he dies with me. I am to be his eyes and ears, like I have always been. When he sees it is time to come out of hiding, the Vorlons will return for one last battle to save the young galaxy from destruction. But for now my target is clear. It is to start a new life as a human on Babylon 5, where I can send feedback to my instructor. There was a strong Vorlon presence on the station at one time, and the remaining energy of the two dead Vorlons will help channel my instructor's sight. I will not reveal my purpose. I am simply a human who lived on the Vorlon home world who has been told by the Vorlons to live as a human again.
I have been alone on the home world for a long time now, gathering my strength from my instructor. The voices in my head of all the Vorlons are silent, and the loneliness is beginning to become unbearable. But I still hear that of my instructor, whispering instructions to me and keeping my heart alive. Though I look human, I feel more Vorlon. They have been my friends and family, my healers and tutors. For that care they have given me over the years, I owe them everything. Every time I close my eyes, I see imprinted upon them the light that shines from them. I used to hear the singing of their ships, but now only the light remains. The Vorlons are silent. But my instructor has promised me that once my mission is complete, I will return beyond The Rim with my masters. He says that when I rejoin them, I will hear their voices and their songs again. And that is enough to keep the loneliness at bay.