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Again, Rough Draft!!! I know it needs work!!

This will be at the beginning of the first chapter...The Final Prophecy...

We have always been.

We do not use a linear measure for the span of time. We’ve seen the beginning and the ending of this world. We ask naught from those who inhabit the world below, needing nothing they could offer.

The energy of this world, that which holds all together in one cohesive mass, is what of which we feast as needed.

Long ago, in time immeasurable, one of our members met a female while treading the world below and found emotion for her. In exchange for a bit of our substance and elements, the form he used to greet her was given substance. He was limited to living below unable to leave those bonds until that form gave out, dying, even as he was given life.

We bestowed their children the ability to manipulate the atmosphere in which we reside. They could hear our voices and see other children who retained our substance by the glow or aura, which surrounds one of the Craft, as it became known.

Hundreds of generations passed. The ability to hear our voices had nearly been bred out of the species below as the race intermingled. Only a rare few hear us now. Only a rare few have the talent, to use that which lies dormant in their bodies.

Times have changed. We saw the beginning of what they called science and how they ridiculed the talent of a few and grouped them with the tricks of those who tried to do the impossible.

It is the discovery of what the children of that union could contribute to that ‘science’ which will bring the siikers to the surface…

This will be added elsewhere in the beginning chapter, The Final Prophecy.

A child, gifted as the children of that first union, will be born with the power and the knowledge to rid the inhabitants of the siikers, but it will be generations before the birth. Pay heed to our words, as you haven’t before. The loss of that child will be the end of the inhabitants of your world. Siikers will hunt for her when she comes to her power. Guard her. Care for her. Teach her.

She is our last gift. She is your last hope.

We are the Guids. We have always been.