Prologue
It seems to be a more common occurrence now a days for me to think back to my childhood home with my grandparents. For example, just today I thought of a story my grandfather told me when I was a small child, yet unlike the others, this one wasn't light and cheery but dark and eerie. He told me of an ancestor who was entrusted to the protection of the people from a magical entity, one in which could unleash others such as itself and potentially destroy the world. My grandfather told this story as if scared and never mentioned it again. After, I had moved away from my grandparents to live with my father again I had called my grandfather to ask if there was more to the story. His reply was more than mysterious to me and haunts me to this day. He said to me, "Child, I love you but do know that many things may happen in your life that you are unprepared for. We are part of a race, Lucarios, who are infinitely more sensitive to the energies of the world and as such we have certain duties to uphold. Your ancestors, they upheld their duties and so will you one day. Now child, it's time for you to sleep. Goodnight." That was the last time either me or my grandfather ever mentioned the story. I still wonder what he meant by all of what he said but I feel I've left enough of my thoughts on paper for the night. Until next time...
From the Journal of Lucian Lynurra,
Writ this day, Tuesday, 7th October