Prologue
The moon light glistened off of the waters of Port Windurst. Besides the moon, and a few stars which came out that night, it was dark; it was the perfect meeting place to discuss events that had happened in the last few years. Here three people met in the moon light by the fishing guild.
The small Star Sybil brushed her long soft silky black hair out of her face and turned to a Galka who walked up to meet her. Compared to the small Tarutaru that she was, any Galka was huge, but this one was bigger then most. He was going bald, and had grey hair, and a long mustache which made him look twenty years older then he actually was. The Star Sybil had known the monk that had trained this Galka, and since then the Galka had come to her whenever he needed help.
"I'm glad that you could make it," said the Galka in his deep tortured voice to the Star Sybil, "I was worried that with all the security at the tower you might not come."
"Of course I came Shurin," the Star Sybil paused, "But I can not be away for long. What is so important that you needed to meet with me now?"
Shurin grunted then replied, "I came to bring you grave news. It appears that master Rioten has been murdered."
The Star Sybil gasped, Rioten was the noblest Galka that she had ever met. He came from the Republic of Bastok; however he had always helped out Windurst when the need arose. Not only that but he was one of the Adventurers that had defeated the evil Shadow Lord two years ago. She looked at Shurin solemnly, "I'm sorry. Do you know who would commit such an atrocity?"
"Yes," the Galka's face scrunched up in anger, "It was his one Hume pupil. He only trained Galka's before that wretched Hume for good reason. Galka's wouldn't stab their master in the back after he trained them so well for years and showed so much compassion."
"I see," said the Star Sybil alarmed, "Do you know why this pupil killed master Rioten?"
"No, but I plan to find out, and at that point I plan to avenge my masters death," Shurin paused upset, "I don't know why. I was even beginning to think that Hume was an okay guy."
"Well I am sorry for master Rioten's loss, but I would hope that you would have enough sense not to resort to violence, Shurin," said the Star Sybil now worried about what may happen now.
"I haven't decided what I'll do yet," sighed Rioten, "But if he gives me the wrong reason for his heinous act, or he does not repent it I don't have much other choice."
At this point a mysterious Elvaan walked into the midst of the discussion. He had a face that seemed to be imprinted in stone. He was good looking though; he was everything a girl could want, a great body that seemed much younger then he was confidence, and power. He wore a hulking set of pale violet and gold armor. Everything in between plates of armor was strong closely woven chain mail and he wore a helm with a spike on the top. He was dressed in the armor of a noble Tavnazian knight.
"Hello Quelveuiat," said the Star Sybil, acknowledging the Elvaan's presence.
The Hume bowed low. "Hello my lady," he turned to Rioten, "Hello to you too Rioten."
The Galka saluted Quelveuiat by stepping back, making a fist and putting it in front of his chest. It was the standard Bastokan salute.
Quelveuiat returned the salute, "I heard about the loss of master Rioten. I assure you that if we find the man who killed him, he will be dealt with. Now what did you call me for my lady?"
The Star Sybil sighed dejectedly, "Well Sir Quelveuiat it appears that the Moon Sybil is to arrive in Windurst soon. And according to the legends, his arrival will not be a pleasant one."
"My lady, I'm honored that you called on me for help," Quelveuiat paused, "But why did you call on me and not the Arch Duke?"
The Star Sybil shook her head, "I thought a Paladin as pure and strong as you could help me. You fought in the battle at Tavnazia twenty years ago, and since then you have remained alive as one of the few survivors. You've also been a good friend since I've met you, and you still have some of your own soldiers and followers to help you need be. So I wanted to inform you before I informed the Arch Duke or the leaders of the other nations, to keep this from getting out to the public."
"I see," Quelveuiat stared at the water pondering for a moment, "Well do you know exactly who this Moon Sybil will be?"
"No," sighed the Star Sybil, "All we know is that he is a male Tarutaru and that once he unlocks his power he will unwillingly destroy Windurst."
"It's sad that these are the darkest times Vana'diel had faced, even though our adventurers have finally put an end to the dark god Promathia's wrath," Quelveuiat sighed, "My Lady I assure you that I will take every measure with in my power to keep this from happening."
"I hope that it will not happen," the Star Sybil looked at the moon worryingly, "But if one thing has been proved through these adventurers destiny is always fulfilled, even when we seek to change it."
"Unluckily I shall have to agree," Quelveuiat looked at both of his comrades and saluted them, "But I must go the flight back to Jueno leaves in less then an hour. I will do anything I can to help, and Shurin, I hope you make peace with that traitor. Farewell for now."
"Goodbye sir," said Shurin solemnly, "I will have to go to, I don't want to keep you my lady."
Both Shurin, and Quelveuiat walked away from the Star Sybil each to fill their own roles in this play called destiny. She had foreseen the destruction of Windurst before, and it did not come to pass, but this time she had an even worse feeling. This Moon Sybil was going to be an ordinary Tarutaru, and thus would be hard to track down and keep from being the monster that he was destined to be. Also whoever this Hume was that murdered master Rioten, he could not be good. She sighed once again, staring at the moon, and started on her way back to the tower.
"Altana, please help us," she whispered as she walked away…