Author's note: Here is the rewrite of Wings of a Guardian. Sorry for the delay, School hit me pretty hard since we are rushing.


Chapter 1

The Young Freelancer

My name is Mikey Noran Sylver, 17 years old and currently a freelance mercenary which is a dangerous job for someone young but worry not for this isn't my first. I used to be a «Guardian» when the Remnant-SEED incident occurred. I was 13 when I was found in Parum by a group of «Guardians» and taken to their HQ for my suspected involvement in some case I didn't even know. I tried to escape because of fear and that's when I encountered a well respected «Guardian» by the name of Laia Martinez equipped with her spear while I held a saber I took from one of the staff. We fought and it was a completely one-sided victory in her favor but she saw something and asked Headmaster Nav to recruit me which the old «CAST» allowed. Laia trained me for 7 months and those months were the most excruciating months in my life, I wasn't even given a break on my birthday. I earned the not so modest title «Guardian Prodigy» for both being the youngest «Guardian» and surviving the hell known as Laia's training regime. On the day of my graduation I met my new partner, a peculiar «CAST» named Vivienne. She wore a white and pink dress with her blue hair adorned with bunny ears of the same color scheme. She was peculiar because of her heavy curiousity about emotions or more specifically, the heart. We worked for about 2 months until our enemy; the «Illuminus» agent Helga took her when we found out Viv was just a «Copy-CAST». I was distraught but when Vivienne secretly hacked a Lou unit I managed to find her location and together we got her body back from Helga. Helga was using something called the 'Eye of Rykros' to revive the Seed and she somehow summoned the ultimate seed-form, Dark Falz. With only me, Lou, and Vivienne it was a hard fight but after a long battle we finally defeated Dark Falz as well as the Eye of Rykros. After our first 2 months as «Guardians» things went by smoothly for the rest of our careers until Vivienne decided to retire, saying that she wanted to spread what she had learned. I decided to end my career a few weeks later giving them the reason that I wanted to meet more colorful people. Then I became a mercenary as a means of both meeting more people and earning money which leads to where I am now, a newly found relic site dubbed the Seabed Relic Site.

A young man stood clad in a plain red vest with a lighter red checkered polo shirt underneath contrasting with his jet black hair and dark blue pants which held little dust giving off the impression that he had been walking around. His brown eyes scanned the crowd as if he was looking for someone until his eyes landed on a familiar «Newman » with brown hair walking towards him.

"There you are" The newman exclaimed as he walked over towards the young man. He looked to be older than him, he wore a white cloak with blue designs on this chest, shoulder, and blue trims on the wrist (Formalwear costume in the game). He towered over the young man at around a foot but he didn't seem intimidated.

"What is it sir?" The young man asked as he looked at the tall newman. His voice didn't hold any fear, in fact if one listens close enough they would notice it held excitement.

"Sorry for forcing you out here Mikey. I know you haven't done anything extensive for the past few months" A different voice called out from behind the newman. A girl older than Mikey with short brown hair popped out from behind the adult, she wore clothes similar to the older man except it was violet with black trims. Mikey couldn't help but smile a little. It was true that he hasn't done anything major for the past 6 months, all the jobs I got were either security or searching missions.

"It's no problem Pearl, your dad knows how to pay me anyway" Mikey answered jokingly but they both knew it was true. The older newman coughed loudly, successfully getting the young mercenary's attention.

"This is what yo.." The newman was cut off when his «Visiphone» started ringing, drawing it out he pushed a button and a holographic screen appeared from the device. After a few minutes of talking with the unknown person on the visiphone he closed the device and let out a sigh.

"Change of plans, you will be going in solo and take as much relics as you can. I just got called in for a few issues so you won't be going in like planned and make sure to get a lot" The newman briefed the mercenary. The original plan was to have a scout party of three with Mikey as the leader and two security officers from the company but because of a sudden call they had to leave.

"This just got more dangerous you know" Mikey stated as he raised his brow.

"I will raise your reward by 25%" The boss bargained, he knew he wouldn't do it if it was more dangerous than told.

"35%"

"Fine"

"Unless an emergency occurs consider it done" The mercenary states while walking off leaving the two newmans.

He continued to observe the crowd, he just said that he would do it but he didn't say when he would. He smirked at his mischievous thought.

"Look at all these people" Mikey turned to the voice to be greeted by a black «Cast», his body was almost all black except for the occasional different hues of brown. His visor was shaped into a V with 2 lights representing his eyes.

"You seem like a mercenary yourself, what company?" The cast asked.

"None" Mikey answered nonchalantly causing the cast to do a low whistle.

"Freelance at such a young age? I am impressed" The cast complimented before turning his head towards the ever moving crowd.

"Of course this place is bound to draw out the best" he continued as he held his gaze on the crowd.

"The best gather where there is something new… because the old has become dull to their abilities" The young mercenary quoted as he put his hands in his pockets. This was one of the things he got from his mentor, Laia.

"You got that from a ship sticker?" The cast chuckled followed by the human.

"Can we just go home already!?" A voice interrupted the two's conversation as they turned towards the source. A blonde girl with a ponytail was arguing with a tall man (who needed to learn how to trim his hair, according to Mikey) wearing a pink cloak with a light blue insignia at the back. The girl wore a pink jacket with a yellow tie, underneath you could see a brown shirt which complements the skirt she wore which held the same color and pink boots that reached all the way to her knees.

"This isn't a place for children and I wager she's no mercenary" The cast stated while Mikey couldn't help but chuckle.

"What is it?" The cast asked after hearing the human's chuckle.

"You're saying that this isn't a place for children even though we look like we're in the same age bracket." Mikey explained also causing the cast to laugh along. This was one of the perks of being a mercenary; you get to make good friends with others who share the same profession.

"This is a relic site! A relic site do you hear me? Come on you can't make me stay here" she continued to whine.

"Someone can't afford a babysitter?" Mikey thought amusingly but what he heard next definitely threw him off.

"Feh. Remind me why I pay you" The man answered causing the girl to stop.

"An employee? Who in the right mind would bring a fragile loo..." His thought was cut short as he remembered a certain someone who was in the same situation.

"Look it's safe here, I'll find you some work to do so stay put" The man said before walking off, the girl wanted to follow him but stopped after a few steps.

"Kinda reminds me of me when I trained with Laia" Mikey mumbled softly as he kept his gaze on the girl but the mumble was loud enough for the black cast to hear.

"Wait how ol…"

Their conversation was cut short however as the whole relic site suddenly shook then a painful sensation surged through Mikey's head causing him to fall on his knees and grab his head. He heard shouts but the messages it contained didn't register in his brain while resisting the urge to scream in pain as he continued to clutch his head as if it would make it better. Then it suddenly disappeared as quickly as it came. He looked around and saw that people were already running towards the closing doors causing him to immediately stand up and run towards the only safe chance of escape. As he was running he glanced over something pink, looking back he saw that it was Lady Whiner. Mikey had a tendency to do stuff when in sight of a maiden in distress which he developed in his noble days as a young Guardian.

"Just run for the exit!" A female voice shouted in Mikey's mind but he paid no heed as he spun on his heel and ran towards the girl who was still clutching her head. Reaching her, he immediately grabbed her arm.

"Come on! The doors are closing!" Mikey shouted as he pulled her arm and lead her to the door.

"Wai..wha?" The girl was still recovering from her migraine but when she grasped the situation she started to run on her own. Mikey abruptly stopped running and allowed the girl to run for the door.

"No use…" Mikey panted as he gave up, he knew they weren't going to make it as the doors continued to close and he was proven right as the door closed before the girl could go through. She hopelessly banged on the door.

"Open up! I know you can hear me!" She shouted as she continued to hit the door with her fist.

"Why did you help her!? You would have escaped if you just continued to run!" The voice inside Mikey's head angrily scolded him.

"What do you suggest I do? Let her die knowing that I could have helped her? You know I can never let someone to die" Mikey thought back. The girl continued slamming her fists against the door as if it would solve her problem but the only thing it accomplished was irritating him.

"Stop it, the noise is giving me a headache" The young mercenary scolded while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"How could you be so calm when we are trapped in a relic site that could possibly kill us?" The girl argued loudly further irritating the young man before sighing in an attempt to lower her growing anger. Mikey was trained to keep a cool head when in extremes which was something he could do but he was still working on his temper.

"No one is in control of that door" He explained, ignoring her question as he walked towards the metallic double doors and lightly tapped it with his knuckles to test its sturdiness.

"With this kind of metal, not even an SUV-Weapon can breach this monster" He deduced loudly while inspecting it. The door had 2 symmetrical lights which gave off a red light with the crack in middle acting as the border. Mikey turned around and started walking deeper into the room until a voice stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going!?" The girl shouted.

"Further in since waiting for rescue is a death wish for patrolling straterias" He stated almost nonchalantly as he drew out a pair of black fingerless gloves and wore it. These gloves held the receiver for his «Action Pallet» allowing him to draw out items from his photon storage.

"Are you crazy!? Who knows what could be down there" She argued.

"Each relic site has two exits for our ancestors, the Ancients, wanted a way out if they were being pursuit" Mikey recited almost mechanically. He had run across a lot of relic sites in both of his careers and there were always a 2 ways in and out albeit dangerous.

"I should have taken Chelsea's advice" She muttered softly but loud enough for Mikey to hear it. He wanted to question it but decided against it thinking that it would have been rude.

"By the way…" The girl started nervously before bowing.

"Th…thank you for…Um… trying to save me even though I put you in this mess" She said in shy gratitude.

"Don't thank me yet, we're still not safe" Mikey replied without even turning around, he currently had a holographic screen in front of his eyes. He was double checking his equipment for the escape.

"What equipment do you have?" Mikey asked before closing the screen, satisfied with his current loadout. The girl fidgeted around for a second before nervously answering.

"A saber, a handgun, and my staff"

"Good, how about a «Shield-weave »?" He asked further.

"My «Shield-weave» was malfunctioning so I didn't bring it since it made me feel uncomfortable" She explained nervously wondering how the guy would react. Mikey barely reacted knowing full well what low-grade «Shield-weaves» felt like when it malfunctioned.

"I don't have an extra, I could give her mine and hope to pick up another but if I don't find another I would have to focus on dodging and blocking and I won't be able to use that" He contemplated before giving out a sigh. It was a dangerous thought but he knew that he had a better chance of surviving than her.

"Here" Mikey said before plucking rectangular chip on his belt. Thin polygons of «A-photons» seem to shatter around his body as he handed it to the girl.

"I can take a few hits and I seriously doubt you can"

"Are you sure?" the girl asked, unsure if she should take the «Shield-weave»

"I am more experienced anyway" Mikey assured her as she hesitantly took the item from his hands and attached it to her clothes causing polygons of «A-photons» to gather, forming a thin layer around her petite body. Looking around he finally noticed that they were the only ones trapped the girl seemed to notice this too and said.

"Looks like we're in this together, whether we like it or not" she stated as she held out her hand. Mikey couldn't help but let out a small smile

"Yeah, so let's make the most of it" Mikey replied as they shook hands. The girl seemed to notice something.

"I don't think I've caught your name" She asked.

"Mikey, Mikey Sylver" He answered

"Never would have guessed, I am Emilia Percival" She replied back with a small smile.

"Alright asses your equipment and after you're done we're heading out" Mikey commanded as white photons started to envelope his hands. After dispersing it revealed a long blue barreled handgun with a revolver cartridge just above the trigger and handle called «B'duki Boa». His right hand held a black and silver handle, it was a dagger on the off state called «Dark Straal».

"I am done" Emilia said as she held a mass produced G.R.M saber and handgun.

"We're heading out" Mikey said as they headed deeper into the relic site, ready for the obstacles that will undoubtedly be in their way.


Damn…. I guess I really am rusty if I wasn't able to save her. Oh right you guys don't know what happened, well to put it simply…

I Died