Summary:

There are so many fics about the next generation of guardians… well, what about the one's before W.I.T.C.H.; the ones in Grandma Yan-Lin's time? A story of where it all REALLY began.

Set somewhere in the beginning of the second season:

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"Grandma?" Hay Lin said as she swept the dusty floor of the restaurant, long after closing time. Her grandmother, Yan Lin, sat exhausted on a stool, making herself useful by scrubbing the counter with an old dish cloth. She frowned at her old bones, age reminding her every second that it had finally caught up with her.

"You said you used to be a Guardian, right?" Hay Lin went on.

Yan Lin smiled at her lovely granddaughter, remembering when she used to look exactly like her, and gathered her breath to speak.

"That's right, my dear. I was the Guardian of Air, just like you."

Hay Lin stopped sweeping and leaned on her broom for support, and looked at her grandmother curiously.

"Why don't you ever talk about it? About the good ol' days and the old guardians?"

"Well, it does not do to dwell on the past, Hay Lin, and that time is long past. You are the Guardians. Now my purpose is only to guide you."

"Oh," Hay Lin said with disappointment in her voice. "If you don't like talking about it, that's fine…"

Yan Lin looked at the young girl, who was working so hard to get the last of the dirt into the dustpan without much success, before finally resorting to blowing it in with a bit of her air powers. It was a sight that made Yan Lin smile inside.

"Do you really wish to hear it?" Yan Lin asked. Hay Lin perked up with alarm and then excitement.

"Oh, yes, Grandma! Very much!"

"Then you must put the broom away and come and sit down. It will be a long story, one that we probably will not be able to finish tonight…"

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This should be the start of quite a story. Please review.
Signed,
--RedRogue