Prologue
2759 A.D./P.E.D. Second Earth, Atlantis Galaxy… The branches of the trees offered the old woman little shelter from the flakes of snow that swirled on the wind. Wrapped warmly, the bundle didn’t understand the importance, or the urgency, with which the crone shuffled through the rising drifts. Belly full, held close to a beating heart, the male child, unaware of his significance, blinked up at the falling white.
Beneath the bell tower, three lights shone through the storm. The walls of the Monastery served not only to protect those within but also to keep the depravity that had developed on that world, out. If the joined races were to have any hope, this child would need to be hidden and given tutelage in the use of his gifts.
As the old women approached the thick wooden doors
