The Fall
Book One
A long,long time ago, there was a kingdom, a bright and lively kingdom, were everything was balnced and all was right, the world was at peice. That was, until the guardians began fueding when their 'keepers' began to poison their minds with lies of treachery comitted by the other. The blissful gray that was once there was ripped apart and the days shattered into segments of light and dark. Years later the unprecedented fued is still going strong, although both have no memory of why they are fighting.
Light Segment
Chapter One
The segment of the day when the sun reigned overhead was blissfull joy for the tattered once-white robed followers of the lights' entity, for they were allowed to brave the world outside their straw dome huts without being fired upon. Their leader was fair, and too often for their liking sacrificed himself in pointless village skirmishes between the 'Shadowed Ones'. At the moment he was supposed to be in bed, recovering from broken ribs, but his 'keeper' saw him outside in the greenhouse, planting and harvesting. 'With or without a keeper, he's still going to get himself killed.', Satoshi, the guardians' keeper, thought to himself, watching the blondes' slow, wincing walk, and the way the blondes' robes were tattered and worn far more than that of the villagers, his were centuries older-looking, and their was no sign that they had once been the purest of white, they were now a calm well faded gray. 'Gray...Hmm...Peace, mabe it's fitting for us, even though our Guardian has forgotten, I have not, it was my and the other's keepers' ancestors who brought about this world. This world where we kill and are killed for reasons most either do not know, or do not remember. As keepers we certainly failed in our duty to make sure nothing went awry due to their powers.', Satoshi thought, eyes following the blondes' unruly tied bag golden strands swaying as he walked.
As he picked tomatos, he had an odd thought, 'What if the black power and myself could work together? It's not that farfetched since we have done it in the past.', "Nah...Oh! Lookie a nice ripe'un!", He mumbled to himself as he went down the rows, picking tomatos for the kitchen. "Guardian Krad, Could you help me over here with this hut? It doesn't look right.", A young boy called, his curly auuburn hair falling into his eyes. Without hesitation Krad gently put down the basket od tomatoes and walked over to the boys' hut. "Is this going to be yours?", He asked, calmly surveying the lop-sided hut. "No sir-", He trailed off on seing that the front of Krads' robe was slightly open, slanting to the side, revealing the splint and bloodied fabric bound to his side, "Sir--What Happened To You!", He exclaimed. Krad had finally figured out who this auburn-haired boy was, and he completley ingnored the question, having not heard it due to being lost in his thoughts, "Adrian, the hut is for your mother, is it not? The lady whose been coming to the clinic weekly for fever medication? She'll die soon, in the old world we may have been able to cure her, but the stress of this world and our limited scavenging grounds are too much for her...hmm...maybe this'll work...", He trailed off as he plopped to the ground and began sketching a layout for the hut as Adrian watched baffled. Gone was the 'Feircsome Gaurdian' image his mother had told him so many times, but here was your average,or above, seventeen-year old mentality in a who-knows-besides-the-keeper-how-old-he-is-guardian.
Satoshi took it upoin himself to finish picking the tomatoes and bring them to the kitchen as Krad rarely ever finished a project, even if he didn't get sidetracked. He grumbled a few times as fine, silky, shoulder-length azure hair bounced in his eyes, obscurring his sight. When he arrived he was dragged into the kitchen by the cook, and was made to then stir the pots and help him out, seeing as all but a few workers had gone down to the forbidden stream to fish...although calling forbiden was really dumb in Satoshis' mind, seeing as it was treaty grounds, why not call it 'Gray Stream'...but what the heck, it wasn't like anyone but Krad listened anyways. Satoshi was not tossed out of the kitchen until two hours later and dusk was setting in. He immediatley saw Adrian and Krad still tying together the framework of the hut, the setting colours in the sky turning Krads' hair a light ember orange colour while Adrians' becamed black with a reddish glint. He saw Adrains mouth open, but was too far away to hear, saw Krad nod and then saw Adrian walk away towards the kitchen, as he was walking towards the hut. "Heyya Sato-sama! 'Been fightin' with this here hut the time you were gone.",Krad grumbled, frustrated. Satoshi raised an eyebrow, 'Sato-sama? That's a new one.', but he didn't have time to question it out loud, he could feel Krads' frustration, one of the tasks of being a keeper wasto make sure that the guardian didn't wreak havoc with magic, which was most attuned to their emotions, so the keepers had been given the ability tp sense emotions, and even shore thoughts, if the bond was strong enough, Krad and himself had once had this bond, until the clumsy blonde had tripped, fallen in the river, fell into a coma, and had awoken a month later with amnesia and forgotten. He had forgotten quite alot too, so it was Satoshis' job to make sure he didn't slip up and make a crucial mistake, which had proven quite tiresome with the blondes newfound curiostity and attitude. "Krad, you should stop and calm down, I'll take over.", Satoshi calmly said as he went over to where the frustrated blonde was standing and went to work on the hut. The blonde simply plunked bakwards onto the ground with no regard for his injuries, and Satoshi heard a snap that he didn't think was making the blonde terribly comfortable,but when he loked at him he was fast asleep, his scratches from being whipped by the still green branches of the hut gaping open and overlooked. Twenty minutes later teh hut was finished and he was carrying a sleeping guardian in his arms, who was far too light for his own good. This would be the eigteenth time in a row that he didn't eat anything at all, Satoshi noted with discomfort. He was hurrying now, Night was falling fast. Not a minute too soon had they reached the safety of theirs' and ten servants' hut.
