It seems that every sentient race in the universe must have their own mythology involving angels, or angelic beings, by whatever name or names they are referred to. In retrospect, the fact that the Vorlons have never been seen outside of their encounter suits makes perfect sense, because if they showed themselves, as Kosh recently did, they would be instantly recognised by everyone.

Thankfully, at least so far, no one who was present in the garden that day has realised that what they saw was the Vorlon. All they’re sure of is that a shining, winged being, whom each one of them saw as a member of their own race, appeared from nowhere and saved my life.

Sheridan set his pen aside, looking over what he’d written so far, a record of events that would never be seen by anyone else, but a record he nonetheless felt impelled to write, if only for himself. He didn’t want to forget the sense of wonder and awe he felt as Kosh soared up towards him on wings of light, saving him from certain death. He doubted it would be possible to ever forget, and yet he knew that the human brain couldn’t be trusted to hold on to every detail, even of something that felt as if it had been seared into his memory.

Kosh hadn’t spoken, had responded to his name with nothing more than a slow nod, his expression serene and untroubled. It had been the most surreal experience in Sheridan’s life, and one of the most profound, and it had generated more questions than answers.

How old was the Vorlon race? How long had they been watching over humanity, and all the other sentient races? Had they been merely observers, or had they been guiding the various races in their development? In either case, why? There was no point in asking Kosh, he never gave a straight answer anyway. Vorlons liked to be mysterious, keep people guessing… It was damned annoying, but it was their nature.

Just like everything else to do with Babylon 5, the more Sheridan learned, the less he seemed to know, and he didn’t expect that to change anytime soon. All the races had their own agendas, and the Vorlons were no exception. The only thing Sheridan could say for certain was that they were among the oldest of the races, and the most powerful.


The End