Doctor Mordrid.
The Guardian.
Prologue
Magic, it has always existed in one form or another. From Fantasy to fairytales, myths to legends; it has always been constant.
It was early in the morning, in this world in which she lived. But what world was this? She walked through the thick trees, the blue night sky fading as she reached the clearing.
The lush grass in the clearing was cool and inviting in the morning light. She walked from the forest and into the grasses of the bluff over looking a vast ocean. The sea air was salty and clean. She went to her knees in the light and watched as the red sun rose over the ocean from the east. She watched as it welled in the sky and split just above the horizon in to 3 separate yellow suns. She smiled as the sky grew orange with the flow, fading to a purple, soon to be kissed blue with the dawn.
She lowered the hood of her blue cape and let the light spill on to her face and held her gloved hands to the light. The gloves were fingerless, so her bare fingers could stretch in the light and feel the rays on her. From a distance it looked as though she held a sun in each hand, and balanced the third upon her head. The warm light heating her skin yet cooled by the ocean breeze, however it was then she felt the burn beneath the skin of her palms.
She lowered her hands and removed a glove and looked at the black symbol upon her palm. It was the same as the one on her other hand, and the small symbol on her forehead. Each symbol seemed to burn this morning light. She was curious to their reaction, but her curiosity quenched as she looked up and saw the black burst from the center sun and eclipse itself. She gasped in horror and felt the pain boil in her skin as the symbols burned in the sun light. She pulled her hood back and put her gloves back on, shielding each from the fiery sunlight above.
This was not good…this wasn't the right time. It was too soon! She got up and ran back to the thick woods and ran as fast as she could though the trees, their branches reaching out like skeleton hands, pulling her hood back, and grabbing her long brown hair as she ran. Then a dark figure stepped in front of her, enclosing her in its black cloak. She struggled a moment before giving in and looking up at her captor. He was tall with a black beard and eyes to match. Almost seductively he brushed her hair from her eyes and across the mark on her forehead. "The time has come." He told her.
She grit her teeth, not willing to give up. "no" she protested, and kicked the man in the tenderness of places and again in the face as he kneeled over. She didn't stop to think, nor hear his calls to others who must have been close by. She ran back to the clearing, back to the cliff, back to the ocean view, and the burning sunlight.
She ran to the grass she had knelt in before and removed her gloves quickly, tucking them in her belt of her dress and holding her head back to the light.
From behind her the man and his followers came, with knifes drawn, and chains in tow, they ran in her direction. As they neared her they slowed, not willing to touch her, for the burning symbols exposed to the eclipsed sun began to glow a bright blue.
"Monitor" she sighed "protect me!"
"Take her!" the man called to his army, but they didn't move. He rushed forward with his knife bared and through it at her left hand that was outstretched. It was then the brightness erupted from her being, and she was gone. The man ran to the place she had stood and cruse the ground. "I do not care to where you have gone…I will find you"
But she couldn't hear his curses, or threats. She was far away. The burning had stopped and she looked down at her hands, in the blackness around her. Her left hand was bleeding, but she didn't have time to worry with a cut now. She took her gloves from her pockets and put them back on her hands covering the cut. She looked around her then, the stars that seemed to go on for ever, then the voice.
"You are safe Xandra" it said. She looked around, and then up to the blue eyes above her.
"Monitor" she said in recognition. "You heard me? Brought me here to protect me?"
"No." the voice replied. "You brought yourself here."
"But how?" she asked.
"The power within you has been awakened."
"It is too soon for this curse to come to pass, Monitor."
"Curse?" the voice said curiously. "You are not curse, Xandra. You are blessed."
"Then why the pain?" she asked looking at her hands. "These marks born to me, cursed upon me, why, then do they burn so badly when awakened?"
"With much power, comes much pain, but this too shall pass."
"What am I to do? They will find me."
"This is not a place for you to stay, young one. Your training of basic magic's is over. It is time for you to meet your teacher, and your destiny. Together, you shall overcome these obstacles."
"Who? Where" she asked unsure weather to believe what she was hearing.
"He will come."