The morning rain stuck to the leaves of the emerald trees, dew dripping every once in a while off the pine towers that had spread itself across the countryside. In the distance, beyond the rolling hills and the twisting ravine, laid miracles of technology.
Rockets and starships of unimaginable sizes, boomed off into the starry unknown, trailing behind them a sea of scarlet fire. Each ship carried thousands of people, looking for life outside of the cradle we called Earth. Merely a hundred years ago, such things were thought to be the work of science fiction.
However, our story does not follow these people. Our story follows a young boy that looked outward with wonder as each ship shimmered off into the distance, into nothing but a tiny speck. His eyes sparkled with amazement, his face of mixture of awe and exasperation.
The young boy sat in the field playing with his hands, his blue eyes fixated on the sky above before something pulled him out of his wild imagination.
Out of a nearby house, of old rotted and browned logs, with glazed over crystal blue windows, stood a young girl with deep brown hair and beautiful green eyes. Her yellow spring dress flowing with the crisp, cold wind and her bare feet touched the moist grass and soaked dirt.
She called out "Brother!" The young man looked back at the house, breaking away from his fixation. The girl ran out to meet him as the boy laid back to gaze at the azure blue, morning sky, the view quickly being interrupted by the girls face.
"Brother, Mother's making breakfast, will you come inside to eat?"
"Yeah, sure sis." He put a hand behind his neck, rubbing it as if to clear himself of a headache. He looked at his sister's face. The boy was the oldest in the family, he took great pride in being someone who would keep his sister safe, at whatever costs. Looking at his sister every day reminded him of his so called pride, reminding him of his family, and the absent future.
Nothing mattered to him most.
The boy yawned and took to his feet, giving one more glance into the distance as his sister took his hand. "Come on Sho, let's go inside!" The sister smiled and he hesitantly smiled back. She was eager, he was not. Despite this, Sho followed in his sister's footsteps, casually tagging along behind her back to the old house.
It was a golden age for humanity but it would not last for long. Years later humanity would fall, forced to the edge of extinction by an unknown adversary, and the only beacon of hope left behind would be the Traveller, a mystical orb of incandescent light that stood as Earth's last defense against the oncoming onslaught of dark forces.
Those that would defend our world would be labeled guardians, protectors of humanity that could shape the world around them to suit their needs, all with the power of light that was retrieved from the Traveller. They warped gravity and bent the very forces of nature to their will. Casting Arc, Solar, and even deep Void energy like magical warlocks of the future.
However, one guardian would stand above the rest. This guardian would kill all who stood before him with utter hatred and rage. Droves of enemies would fall before him, clearing the way to his destiny.