Ezekiel

The sound of footsteps echoed in Orion’s ears.

He had been mulling over the documents since the morning.

He didn’t feel tired. That feeling had sailed centuries ago.

He had stopped being assailed with emotions long ago.

Sometimes he would ponder if there was any meaning in continuing to walk this earth.

He had changed his name more times than he even cared to remember. Only his original given name had remained the same, just that it had become his middle name.

Orion.

It meant ‘Rising in the sky; Dawning’.

It was ironic since for a time, he had feared the arrival of dawn, and most especially, the arrival of morning.

Fortunately, during this century, the Martel’s clan had made a breakthrough.

They can now walk amongst others even in daylight.

With Doctor Ezekiel Foster in Martel clan, the latter could be said to be ahead compared to the other clans.

At this moment, the doctor entered Orion's study.

Brown-hair parted at the side, thick nicely shaped brows, tall straight nose, heart-shape