Prologue
In a temple on a tiny moon in the ninth realm sat Xeomina daughter of the great seer Norane and her warrior husband Xano.
Xeomina's eyes were glazed over by a purple fog and her body had gone from its light blue complexion to a deep Navy. Surrounding her were legions of human like beings eyes closed and not making movement or sound almost as if they were made out of stone.
A small hum started to reverberate off of Xeomina and she began to vibrate almost indiscernibly at first then greater until her whole body seemed a blur. From this massive vibration a sphere of energy was formed surrounding Xeomina and ceased the vibration. The sphere was a purple pulsating force field and it arose taking Xeomina with it.
Fifty feet in the air she levitated unaware of her surroundings and world as she was deeply meditating and reaching across oceans of time, space, distance, and realities. Seeing everything from a blade of grass on a distant planet blowing in the stale breeze from an explosion 50 years ago; to the rain falling on the face of a child of a species long extinct; to one of several possible futures where she was married to a disgraced prince of 2 worlds and their children played around them; to another possible future where the same prince lied at her feet slain by her own hand and she crazed with bloodlust; to yet another possible future where everything from her own realm to every other universe in existence and yet to be was put out as if blowing out a candle.
With that revelation her deep purple glazed eyes turned lavender and then to a rose pink and then to clear again. Her force field bubble popped sending her plummeting to the ground and sending the energy it contained down over the statued people who now were also coming back to a state of consciousness.
As they did they were hit by a cosmic blast turning each into dust that did not scatter but seemed to float slowly in suspended gravity. Xeomina prepared for her touch down in a Warrior pose her father had taught her; she landed like a cat prepared to pounce but stood surrounded by the dust of her people with opalescent tears running down her face.
"Thank you," she told their ash "Thank you for giving your life force to the Jojani. Thank you for your sacrifice. You are heroes." She finished speaking to the emptiness that was the temple now and made her way out. Her skin ever changing shades from the darkest blue of night to the icy pale blue of her true appearance.
The temple lied at the top of a mountain she climbed down the cobbled stones from ancient times of her people when she reached the bottom an assembly of others waited for her on bended knee. "My Queen is it as foretold?"
"Not entirely, father; and please do not call me 'my queen' Mother our greatest queen in 23 centuries transcended only a week ago. I am taking my rite only as it is what is needed of me and that I was bequeathed with the blessed gift of our people." Xeomina said helping her father to his feet.
"My Mina, forever thinking of the greatness in others and never in herself." He said taking his daughter in his arms "the Holy Rite must have been devastating for you."
"It has been over 10,000 years surely there must be another way to ascend the rite without the sacrifice of a 100 innocents?" she lamented. "But that is a matter for another day…I must seek audience with the protector."
"Xeomina, that is absurd no one has gone off planet since…" Her father started in a chastising tone.
"Since the Dawning of Orleanda, I know my history father, and I know what needs to be done and what I must do…and I must seek the protector, it is the only way to save…everything." She said sounding forlorn and tired already. "I must rest, and prepare for the journey. You will stay here and rule in my stead." She explained as they walked back to the village that their castle lied in.
"I cannot rule in your stead, only the King can, you must marry before you go…" her father insisted knowing that it would delay his daughter's departure.
"No father, my other does not reside on this moon or even in this realm, you must rule, and I must leave immediately. I will leave at dawn tomorrow." She turned to one of the others following "Layean I will need all preparations made; gifts, and gowns from their pantheon, and…"
"A royal guard…" interrupted her father. "Mina you rest for your journey. Layean and I will make all the arrangements." He said sighing knowing that no protest would hold his daughter here as she was the Queen now and as hard headed as her mother, all he could do is prepare and protect her from the perils that may await her outside the shelter of their tiny forgotten moon.
