Wise, healing, and protecting.
Every lifetime there is always a different face, a different race, religions galore...but always eyes of Sage.
A soul so ancient it's beginnings long forgotten; always reaching out to help others in need, giving a piece of it's self to repair others, slowly destroying it's self in the process.
When a Soul has given all it can, it lays to rest yet again. Life time after life time, arms so warm, soul so strong, eyes so green, like a Phoenix rising from it's ashes it searches for a heart strong enough to carry it through, to do its bidding. It's never been wrong before in it's choosing...but there's a first time for everything. Maybe this time the gift of Sage was bestowed upon someone who is too weak to carry it.
The soul grows weary already behind these eyes. Maybe this time, after so much pain it has healed, maybe, just maybe, it needs someone strong enough to restore it.