The Sentinels ChronicleMature

Set in an elaborate universe that is slowly unveiled from behind a curtain of deciet, the story is told through diary entries of a guardian of all things good.

Entry 11 : January 11th 2390

I have been told naming a diary makes it easier to write in. So I baptise this diary with the name, Watcher of Life, Wol for short. It is named Wol because I am a watcher, a guardian, a sentinel of life. Therefore it is appropriate that my diary holds my responsibility aswell.

Dear Wol. The air was cold. I was rigid with anticiaption. It was my first watch. Our first watch. It was our time to take our post on the edge of humanity, adjacent to the horizon of The Arch.

 I was posted at outpost 493, it was the second closest outpost to the Edge.  For anyone who reads my chronicle after my death the Edge is the end of the humans universe. An oblivion of nothing. However, on the far side i have an opposite. A Sentinel who is my opposite, a ying to my yang, north to south, good to evil.

Unfourtunitly I cannot say whether I am good or evil. As the actions I take I percieve as always right and always good. Whilst on the opposite side of the oblivion, they, we assume, consider there actions right aswell. Therefore who is wrong? Are we right or are they? Wol i think I will continue this another time. Il continue about our first watch.

My tower, sorry our tower, was 100 feet tall. Small when compared to that of outpost 1 but i will never be posted there. Outpost 1 or Valhalla as it has been nicknamed, is an impenetrable fortress.

Anyway I am falling away from the story line. Outpost 493 was the first to be .................................................................................................................................................................................

>> ERROR!!<< PORTION OF CHRONICLE LOG MISSING/DELETED/OMITTED

>> ERROR!!<<

>> ERROR!!<<

 .................. Thats how I solved the problem. Thats how we survived. But little did we realise, this was not to be the first time the electricity died.

I, myself, as i said, am a Guardian of sorts. My official name is Sentinel 19-1-22-9-16-21-18. It is a serial code. If my superior were to type that into our data bank, then my rank and post would appear on screen.

As a Sentinel I must wear electrolyt armour. It is specially designed for Sentinels and is made by The Engineer. The Engineer was the greatest Sentinel of all time, but was publically humiliated after a post was lost through a weather issue and he was blamed. So instead of rising to the rank of Suzerian, Captain of The Sentinels, he was thrown a bone and was given the humble job of blacksmith. Except he was not expected to revive the job beyound anyone's estimation. He is now a myth. It is because of him that i can wear my night blue armour with pride. It covers my whole body, minus my eyes. We live in the suits. It makes us more then just men.

It makes us Sentinels.

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