i feel the resonance from the heart. the heart awakens

hey. i'm the guardian, but most of the time i'm a normal nineteen-year-old.

when i found myself in a strange log cabin, i knew something was up.

there was a lake near the cabin, but it was frozen over.

when i went onto it, i found myself cracking the ice as i went. it was freaking weird.

"is there any food?" that's Jason, my great friend.

"why do you care, dumbass?" that's Akuhime, my Japanese girlfriend.

she's great, but occasionally foul-mouthed (trust me).

"chill, for chrissakes." that's Finnlay, my other friend.

he's always got his head in some book.

we found ourselves in the log cabin yesterday morning.

i was only wearing my PJs.

i love my pyjamas, they're Marvel.

very warm.

my nose is bleeding profusely.

this tends to happen when there's a power surge somewhere, especially when it's strong.

this last happened two weeks ago. they're getting worse though.

every time, it bleeds more and more.

the pillow is soaked.

i get up and walk to the bathroom to wash up, because my torso is covered in blood.

when i get there, I slip off my pyjama bottoms and my boxers, then step into the shower and turn it on.

the water is really warm, it's great.

when i'm done, i grab a towel from the door and wrap it around me. i head back to my room.

when i get there a familiar figure is standing in the door. it's the Whisperer.

"hello, guardian. i've been expecting you."

he strolls towards me looking like he's just been sedated.

then, he vanishes.

the next morning i wake up without my duvet.

it's missing.

someone must have taken it.

i amble into the kitchen and ask if anyone's seen the duvet.

nobody has, apparently.

shit.

i feel the resonance growing stronger. it comes closer all the time

Akuhime was sitting on my bed when I got back up.

she said "the voices are getting louder again. it won't stop."

twenty-six years earlier...

i am the whisperer. they who hear do not know.

the new guardian resonates.

he is coming into existence as i write this.

but eventually, he must die.

present day

blood.

death.

torture is all i can think of.

it's happened again.

the Speaker is rising.

and...

he's coming for me...