Chapter 2: A Final Farewell & A Promise Graveyard outside of Paris, France. Sometime in late spring, 1919. Erik walked over to the Tombstone. Christine had been dead for 2 years. He pulled the rose from his black duster. He also grabbed a ring from his pocket and placed it on the rose. He set the rose offering to the side of the tombstone. He raised his hands and took off his right glove. He raised a finger and caressed the picture of Christine. "I promise to watch over your daughter and her family, for as long as I exist. Nothing will harm them. This I swear to you, Christine." Erik spoke aloud, with a tear falling from his left eye. He walked off, melting into the shadows of the approaching night. A short time later a car pulled up and Rauol emerged from it with the same Persian Monkey on a Barrel Organ that Erik had made, 40+ years ago. Another Shadow detached itself from the darkness, but nobody saw it. Erik will finally know peace. Rauol is slowly dying, wasting away without Christine. His title will pass to his son, like everything does. When will humans realize that the female of the species are more than showpieces and chattel? Barbaric. Christine's granddaughter Catherine will give birth to her only child, a son. He will in turn marry and bring forth several children, three will be daughters and two will be boys. Dra'Zekeria looks up and gazes at the heavens. Sometimes I feel like you have been blessed me with a curse. At least Erik will finally find a light at the end of his tunnel. The time of the monster's redemption is fast approaching. I will be alone again. I am forever alone. Erik may lament his loneliness, but what does he really know of being lonely? Sure he has lived for less than a century, with little to no contact with anybody. I have lived for over Four Billion Years, with only the Grace of God and yours, his only son, to guide me. Without you, I am a broken shell of a Draconian. I am old and so very tired… Dra'Zekeria slowly melted back into the shadows. The only thing to mark his passing was the chill in the air that humans feel when something powerful passes by. The primordial fear, almost animalistic sense of grave danger. FADE TO BLACK: TIME CONTINUES ITS' RELENTLESS PACE