Emil's Last Journal Entry

100 were born into the world to help those in need.  Their eyes were color gold to show the status they were to hold and the order was started.  The goal was simple in, the beginning.

Help people in need by the means at their disposal, within the bounds of the laws of the land.

It seemed simple, but the gods soon saw the truth of the masses they had created and those dedicated to helping were taken advantage of and in less than 50 years only 25 remained.

I wasn't one of the first, but I did know a few of them.

The woman who gave birth to me was certain I was a curse and not a blessing.  She took me to the church and left me there.  The Gods still took care of me by having the priest be one of them... One of us.

They were surprised by my birth as well, because none had been born in over 500 years.  Not since the first ones.  That was when they noticed the difference between me and them.  I was born to live, help and someday sleep... To wake again.

The one who found me, raised me and trained me in her ways.  I lived for twenty years with her and learned her ways, before war brought her death.  She told me where the others who had visited were and I traveled.

This was the only time I lived for more than 60 years.  I lived for over 200 and met over 15 of the golden eyed priests, as well as witnessed the birth of three other priests like myself.  And then, I met him.  Andel, first son of Amo Zigmund.  They were already a long aged family and I believe their line started so that I could be safe in my sleep.  The gods were testing theories on how we could be what the people needed.  How we could be what we were created to be.

Some were created as Eunuchs, some almost A-Sexual or as Hermaphrodites.  I learned this over the years as each one wrote in their journal, which collects in the Priests library, where ever they are.  We lived two or three at a time for a while, but slowly those started to die out as well.  It seemed that too many were being abused as before.

Why wasn't I?  Amo Zigmund.  He left me to his heir or my body at least.  I was placed in the care of the line and have spent my life with them.  As each son is born, a seer looks over them and sees if they will be my next watcher.  In almost 1500 years, I have had 22 watchers, 20 of which have been male and 15 of which have been my lover during that time.

700 years ago, the last of the other priests died and another was born.  He has never written a journal, so I don't know his name.  But I know his 'watcher' was not created to be with him and was not in fact the one he was meant to be with.  A stray arrow killed the one who was to take care of him, a shot from an enemy to take out those created to help.  He should not still be alive, but has lived long lives with this one man for 700 years and personally, I applaud his ability to find someone.  Despite the life they've given me, I also applaud his ability to have lived without the help of the gods.

So now, there are only two of us left.  It's been that way since he took his rightful place.  One of my watchers actually met him, and in fact has kept tabs on him some.  When awake, I know where he was last seen.  How is it I still don't know his name?  Don't want to know it.  We're not meant to meet, not now.  Who knows, the gods might change their minds someday...

For now, he sleeps while I live and I sleep while he lives.