Who has ever said that the Messengers do not exist? Indeed, we have made our presence throughout all realities, acting as the secret confidants, advisors, and helpers of many heroes. I myself was once Bonded to Jean d'Arc, training her in the arts of strategy and war, before a rift was torn in her heart at the death of one who was closest to her- I shall not speak his name. Other worlds have also known my presence: Tyr'nan of the Valequadin, N'karr'shk of the Ri'pkn, Nemalaneqane of the Haledalin. All were heroes, but all proved to be too frail for the Purpose, succumbing to the Opponents while I was engaged in battle with another. For indeed, although we are individually mightier, the Opponents are many, and while it is nigh-unto impossible to Ascend, it is too easy to Descend. Thus, our numbers increase but slowly, with one new one of us appearing only maybe once every twenty years, and that one requiring the lives of at least fifty other Potentials. The most we had ever had was nine Ascensions in a century, but in that same time, at least a hundred new Opponents arose to face us.

Maybe I should now explain myself. My name is –was– Galahad, known in fables on the planet Earth as the purest Knight of the Round Table. It was the most glorious days of the Light on Earth, as the greatest Potentials of the time were gathered together, with nine of us Ascending before the end. I still use the name, or in varied forms in the worlds I frequent. For instance, in the world of Drtpk I am Gl'hd, among the Kiron I am Galadrrr, and in many other worlds my name has been heard.

I am a Messenger, a servant of the True Light. Throughout all realities, we exist to raise up leaders, paladins in service of the Light, to drive back those known to us as the Opponents. We are nigh-immortal, and only by means of one of the Dark Lords themselves may we be slain. However, we are still able to be distracted, imprisoned, and fettered by the lesser minions, who would summon one of the Lords for our destruction. One of my dear friends, Bors, was lost that way, as we strove to defend a budding Paladin against a horde of Dark. We could only watch as one of the Dark Lords crushed him under his hammer. In his death, however, he released the Great Light, killing the Lord and many of the Opponents. That way, the Paladin was saved, and eventually Ascended.

As I write this, I know that the time of mine own death is near, and that the one I have raised since she was a child must go into her darkest fear alone, but if she succeeds, the Dark will be driven from the once-pure world, and the Light will have gained its first new decisive victory against the Dark since the Corruption. I am leaving this record here, and command any who find it to return it to the nearest Repository, so that the death of Galahad may not be forgotten.

This is my tale.