The Paradigm of Paradines
Summary: Though the Abyss is gone, darkness still spreads its hand across the Known Worlds, and it's a Paradine's sole duty to keep the light from going out.
Disclaimer: This is a Fan-fiction story of the T.V Series; Andromeda, and is in no way affiliated with the actual series. All Characters and other materials related to the show that are used are not intended to infringe on any Copyrights. Elemental-Zer0 takes sole responsibility for any mistakes or offence that may be taken but truly not meant.
However, this story plot and all Characters not affiliated with the show are Copyright © 2009 to Elemental-Zer0.
Authors Note/Warnings: First Andromeda fic, set after the last episode so its more of a continuation from my perspective. Imo there simply wasn't enough elaboration on the Vedrans, Paradines and Dylans supposed greater destiny. Uniting the Known worlds and ending an Abyss is one thing but Paradines are supposed to be the light in the darkness... and there is still a lot of darkness in the universe... Hence this little idea.
The prologue is short but Chapter one is on its way now.
Let me know what you think, but no flames please. If you have any criticism to make please do it politely otherwise I shall ignore your words. (It's happened before, I'm sorry to say, and I hadn't even posted any chapters…)
Prologue; Soliloquy of the Damned
A ripple in the fabric of the Universe was all the encouragement she needed to awaken from her long and peaceful hibernation. The emptiness that greeted her upon wakening was befuddling but not unusual. What was unusual was the silence that greeted her mind when she reached out to find her people.
This was worrying. Never had it been so silent in all the centuries of their existence. Not that she'd know of the noisy centuries as she was only a youngling, barely even four hundred years old, but not even her sister-race echoed in the timeless void that used to always be so loud. The deafness that was upon her now frightened her incredibly for there was only one reason as to why life was so still; it simply wasn't there anymore.
In a haze of panic, she stretched out erratically, forcing her existence into the web of life with little grace or etiquette, searching frantically for another spark of life, another being entity witch which to query. She was only a child, she couldn't survive alone. She barely knew what she was doing.
At first nothing responded; the silence remained still and dead, but then the slightest breath of life tickled her senses. It wasn't anyone she recognised; the feeling was light and airy as though its presence was uncertain, unlearned. It was innocent and young but there was also a hidden age beneath the surface.
Her curiosity lasted only seconds before her panic took hold again. Clumsily, she snatched at the spark, clinging to it tightly and forcing her presence to surround the stranger; asking, begging, pleading for answers, for acknowledgement, for help.
So young and naive was she, that she did not know the consequences of her actions.