A young man walked through the halls of a black stone, and obsidian palace. Its halls were adorned in purple stained glass which shone brightly with endless stars spanning in purple sky outside them. The man walked quickly through the twisting halls; he had been called by the High Elder to the throne room of the paradise that they called home. The man exchanged greetings with those he called family. They were hard at work caring for the kingdom. He knew why he alone was called. The elder has deemed those he was charged with overseeing must meet their end. He wished deeply in his heart that this day would never come, but he knew that as a Watcher he was never meant to interfere with those he was tasked to watch. Humans, such a weak-minded species, easily manipulated by power and greed. He bit his lip angerly, purple blood dripped down slowly. He realized what he had done and stopped briefly in his tracks. What was he getting so worked up about? 'They're just humans.' he thought. 'I am an all-powerful Watcher, an ideal and pure being. A being who does not bare the emotions like those humans who walk that cursed land. Why do I yearn for them? Why did I wish for their prosperity!? They are humans, imperfect beings. Your job is to watch! Your job is to cleanse unclean beings if the Elder deems it so! I should have never believed that those humans I've watched for the last 4 years wouldn't make those mistakes, I knew their fate and knew they would eventually turn on each other. Such is the way when the unclean over exsert resources. They took too much from the land and now the land withers and dies. They send prayers to the gods to restore their resources and hope. Their greed knows no ends. Now their factions divide them. The Red King showed his true nature and the hand who protects the king has signed his name in blood.' The man's wings curled around his narrow body. And his winged feathered ears reviled dilated black slit pupils with a brilliant purple glowing iris. He continued forward onward to the throne room. He wasn't far now, soon the High Elder would bestow upon him The Fang of Atonement, a holy and blessed sword from the ancient deity Dragon that bestowed the blessings on the Watchers at they're final resting place. Each Watcher was given one fang, and each Watcher would be given their Fang when their world they oversaw would turn to ash. Now was his turn. He alone, would bring about, their doomsday.
The man approached the doors guarded by the knights of the Moon. Their purple-black wings were cast in a pink glow from the amethyst and pink stained-glass windows. Adorned in its panes was the ancient dragon. The man stood before the knights. "The High Elder summoned for me." The knights turned to face one another and drew open the obsidian and amethyst door which he nodded and walked through. The door closing behind him. He had only seen this room once before, when he turned 18, he had been granted his world to over see. He remembered it like it was yesterday. He joined the Elder at the alter of choice and was given his role among the Watchers in the kingdom and was given his divine blessing to cleanse his body of impurity. He approached the stairs that led to the throne of the Elder. He knelt before the throne and bowed his head. "Good evening highest one. I received your summons. I have come to receive your divine orders." The man spoke with respect. "Raise your head my child, for today you may look on at me with your fullest gaze, remove your winged feathers from your eyes and allow me to allow you to ascend to the great dragon and your many ancestors who have come before you as keepers of our solemn vow." Returned a soft parental voice, the voice of the Elder, their voice always sent chills down his spine because he never fully understood how a voice so warm in nature could be so cold and jarring in one breath. He pulled his winged ears back from his eyes, he kept his eyes closed tightly. He felt out of his element, he was before the elder, the rule before the Watchers was, they were not allowed to gaze upon each other, Watcher's eyes are meant to stay hidden for their own safety. Their aura cast upon them when each Watcher was born into their kingdom allows them to see without seeing. It had always been a foreign concept for him ever since he'd been young. He'd often be scolded by his teachers for trying to peak at his eyes when he was young which he in hindsight was never allowed to do. So, if this rule was so important why was the Elder asking him to do so? "Forgive me, Highest one, we have always been told we cannot cast our gaze upon you or other Watchers, for our safety. I do not wish to receive divine punishment if I turned my gaze upon you." He said turning his head away from the Elder. He felt them smile softly and felt their hands grasp his. He turned to look at them continuing to keep his eyes closed. "Young fledgling, I am giving you an order. You are now entering your role officially, Prophet keeper. You have studied for this role and are on your final length of your roles journey before you are able to take on your role by my side. So just this once before you are fully integrated into your role, I ask you again. Raise your head my child, for today you may look on at me with your fullest gaze, open your eyes and allow me to allow you to ascend to the great dragon and your many ancestors who have come before you as keepers of our solemn vow." They said touching his face.
The man took a slow breath in. before breathing out again. Prophet Keeper a role that keeps this kingdom within check and in working order. Their role was to keep the means of everyone in the realm and bestow all worlds status to the Elder, it is an extremely rare role that is bestowed on one Watcher every Ten-thousand years, with the most recent Prophet Keeper joining the Ancient Dragon a year ago. He slowly opened his eyes; he stated at their hand which was holding his. Their hand was a purple black with purple vaines glowing just beneath their skin. He continued to work his way up to meet their eyes. The Elder wore a lavishing purple black dress that was made from their feathers their dress adorned in amethyst crystals. He looked to their face and was mesmerized by the endless void that was their purple eyes. The Elder was truly a sight to behold. Their strength, beauty, and knowledge were intoxicating, he had wished he could always gaze upon the Elder, but he also understood why he had to bring his feathered winged ears to cover his eyes once more despite never wanting to stop. "You are truly a sight to behold Highest one, forgive me for gawking for so long. It was insecure of me. For I could never hold a candle to your brilliance." He said over stumbling words. The elder chuckled to themself. "You say that to me in every life that we speak, it is just who you are." They then guided him to the top of the stairs. "Are you prepared for your task my child? It is a task we Watchers wish we did not have to be tasked with but, it is our solemn duty given by the Ancient Dragon before their passing." The Elder said calmly. The man nodded his head. "I am prepared to wipe the slate clean; the choice was made; they created factions and have divided themselves. The Red King and his hand, those men especially are to blame for the division. I have watched them since their world was bestowed upon me, their greed has destroyed their land and as a Watcher it is on me to reset the balance of their world." He said as the elder released his hand once in the place they needed him to be. "You know what happens when a Watcher enters the cursed land and brings forth divine judgement?" The Elder softly asked him. He nodded his head. "Yes, the humans will have their souls cleansed by the Fang, the world will reset with their souls taking on new forms, and reset memories, unable to recall the divine judgment. When completed the Watcher will return to the kingdom and return their Fang to you and will start their watch over again to ensure that their world will never turn to bloodshed." The Elder again smiled; they approached the wall behind their throne. They laid their hand on an amethyst crystal and the wall opened to expose a rack of Fangs from the Ancient Dragon. The Elder took his Fang from the rack and the rack closed back into the wall. "Please hold out your right hand." The Elder ordered. He raised his right hand, and the Elder placed the Fang into his palm. He watched as the Fang glew purple and formed into a blackened sword infused with the words "Devine Sun" in glowing purple flame. He turned his head to look back at the Elder from his sword. "It is time now young fledgling to enter their world from our own. I wish you the best on your mission, may the Devine protection from the Ancient Dragon guide you on your mission. I will await your return home." The Elder said to him. He walked to the edge of the Devine Gate which sat atop the steps. Once he went through the gate he could not return until his mission was complete. He turned to face the Elder and bowed once more to them. "I will take your gracious words of luck and protection with me. It is but an honor to service the will of our/my Elder. He turned back to look at the Gate. He walked forward and disappeared into the Gate.