Prophet

“I know you, but you don't know me. I'm Lewis Palmer, but everyone around here calls me Prophet.”

“Are you the head Guardian?” I asked.

He chuckled, “ yes, your mother told you.”

“No, it was a lucky guess. I'm also guessing you're going to answer some of my questions.” We walked down the stairs together.

“Yes, but I assume your mother has told you at least some part of your story.” He said when we reached the end of the stairs.

The floor was made of blue marble, there were statues of uniformed men and women standing in line. I guessed one side was of Keepers and the other were Hunters.

The Moon crest hang in an even bigger version on the bronze wall.

“So where do I start?” Prophet asked.

“Where are we?” I asked as we walked between the massive statues that toward over us.