Prologue
THE GUARDIAN’S KEEP
I remember nothing of the day of my birth. However, I’ve got the screening my oldest brother took on that day. It's painful to watch but every year, my parents insist on viewing all of our birthing days. Mine is the only one that makes my mother cry.
It rained that day. As the rain poured down against the surface of the ocean above our heads, it darkened everything. My eldest brother used the light on his vid recorder to take in everything around him.
The vid jostled in his unsteady hands as he tried to focus on my mother’s straining face. The waves lapped against her stiffened form. The last baby is supposed to be the easiest, at least that’s what my mother believed. If my youngest older brother had been the last, it would have been true. This entire pregn
