All was calm in Her realm as She moved across the waters of time and fate, so vast that understanding fled at the sight. Incomprehensible was this world to mere mortals whose life was like the fleeting young doe, only still but for a moment. She had many names by mortals over the centuries but She was widely know by Her children as the Moon Goddess. Fair- haired and radiant, beautiful and pure was she, bright and compassionate to all Her children. As she walked to the place She desired a silvery hue surrounded Her and a sad sigh escaped Her lovely lips. Pain and sadness filled Her heart as She looked down upon Her children. Three siblings, one completely destroyed by time, two against one another. She held a hand over Her heart as She stared morosely at what was Hers. How arrogance, hatred and evil has taken over Her once pure creations? Yet She could not hate them, could not destroy them for their transgressions. Again and again She had tried to help heal their world, to bring about salvation and yet, yet, they have destroyed Her kindness and love. But She must persevere, She had to save those worth saving, least there come the inevitable destruction of their world.
Humans, mere mortals whose strength lay in the simplest of truths were killed off, extinct from the blood lust of their fellow brethren. Those who were destined to protect and care for the ones physically weaker than they but held great purpose in harmony and balance, betrayed Her trust. Werewolves and Vampires was all that was left of Her creations and now they have turned against one another, brethren born from the same heart turned towards hatred instead of the pure love She had for Her children, both Her children of the night. She moved Her delicate hand across the waters of time and stirred fate, it was that time again to raise Her champions as the wheels of fate turned, and once again it was time to save their world from the devastation She had foreseen, bringing forth a new destiny.