DM 1988: I decided to start up another W.I.T.C.H. fic (don't worry, Meridian's Kiss is still going.) and this one is about our Fire Guardian. Sure Will is cool, but Taranee is the most underrated Guardian and I wrote this fic that mainly centers on the Fire Guardian.
Disclaimer: If I own/created this series, Taranee would've burn my flesh off by now.
September 23, 2008
The Metamoor sky was filled with darkness. The denizens of Meridian have fallen into despair under the rule of Prince Phobos, and have only gotten worse.
Elyon Brown, the true heir to throne, has been murdered by her brother Phobos. The Guardians of the Veil, aka W.I.T.C.H., have failed in their duties and they too have fallen at the hands of Phobos.
However, are they truly gone? Or is there at least one left?
As I hide with Caleb and the remaining rebels in their hideout, Phobos is relentlessly searching for me. His forces have been searching everywhere for the past year. Luckily, he hasn't been able to found us.
However, Phobos and his lackeys' latest attack involved the village, in hopes on finding me and the rebels. Many villagers have died; the scene was very gruesome like hell, as bloodied skulls and bones laid everywhere in the streets. We were shocked to see this happen, but nothing could've prepared us as soldiers ambushed us.
They, however didn't expected us to have a surprise attack of our own. I pulled out a weapon that Caleb helped me craft that allows me to use my powers to enhance a special sword whip. I used it to inflict burns onto those bastards that took my friends' life. After slicing them, I burned them alive with my flame spell, deteriorating their flesh in the process.
Caleb asked me if I'm alright, which I responded a simple nod.
Who am I? Just call me Taranee Cook. The single remaining Guardian left.
DM 1988: How was it? Please tell me in your reviews.