It was a cold winters night in heatherfield. If we were to zoom into the lifes of our seemingly innocent guardians lives, we would notice Taranee sitting on the couch of her one story home, enjoying a cup of green tea. If we went to the others we would see, Irma taking a bath, Haylin sewing her little heart away, in some new design, Cornelia washing her hair, of course, and lastly the brave and fierce, when needed. Cleaning her room, well actually talking to matt on the phone, but Ms.Vandom thought so. But we are returning to Taranee, currently in the same position we left her, sipping that cup of tee.
Ring Ring
Startled. she dropped the cup, and the liquid, all down her shirt, causing her to become, very soaked as she dove for the cordless,
"Hello." Taranee said meekly.
"Hi honey," Her mother, Theresa, voice came through with static.
sensing something wrong, she quickly asked.
"Is dad okay, mom." She said, praying to the Oracle her father was fine, and that it was just her paranoia.
"Honey, your father was shot, hes in the hospital, getting better, I'm on my way there." She said quickly.
"I'm gonna stay with your father for the night, is your brother home?"
"Mom, he's at that athletic convention."
"Shoot, your right, okay, I'll be home in a couple of hours.", Taranee could sense the greif, and quickly amended,
"Mom, don't stay with dad, I don't want you on the road longer then you can avoid, I'll go to Wills, or one of the other girls."
"I don't know," she sighed, thinking it over, "Go on, don't be a bother, I'll be at the hospital tonight and won't be hom tomorrow to much though, be kind, don't forget your manners." Her mother said, while taranee playing with a fireball idly. Then, quickly the lights flickered, T.V. started blinking, then.
"Mom I'm gonna go. Be safe."
"Okay, love you, bye."
She hung up quickly, scanning the room, then the power went, except the T.V. stayed on, a strange face appeared.
"Fire Guardian… Help…….. Don't….." said a slightly alluring, and full of static, voice. then everything turned to normal, except for the back door to her house came flying at her, ducking behind the couch, it went past her, and sliced into the front door. So much power, she thought, then Guardians, a piercing scream in her head made her wince, No more telepathy, right. She thought as the couch was lifted, and she faced her attacker, fire balls on hand.
Her attacker, was wearing a tattered brown cloak, his hands blue like a body frozen for a year or so.
"I'm warning you, I'm not your average…" Thump, she didn't finish, as she was thrown into the wall behind her, by an unknown force field.
"Leave, her ALONE!." Said a familiar voice, who materialized at his last word, while the force field changed from an invisible to a light blue, sort of like Irma's, Auramere, and he then wrapped the brown cloaked man in a translucent claw, and then the man in front of Taranee, She couldn't see well thanks to the force field, started to glow and sorta slide out of reality. Yes, reality.