Hey guys, this is my very first story, be nice and review :)
I only remembered the moon from my memories, well at least the ones I could reach. Just the moon in all it's big, white glory. Nothing else but bravery.
"Why won't you tell me anything else? You could give me a name... something other than bravery! Bravery, I'm sick of the word." Deep breath. "Just tell me why I'm here, what I'm doing wrong." I pace the rooftop and glare at the moon. "You put me here, you could at least tell me why." Kicking a stone off the roof, I sit down on the chimney and pull down my hood. The stick in my hand glows a deep gold and i sigh. "Why'd I even get this blasted staff, all it does is kill everyone who can see me." I mutter out loud, dropping my head to make it appear as I was going to sleep. But my mind was working overtime, listening closely to the world around me. 'Cause the last time I didn't pay attention, squirrels scared me off the roof.
I hear the light touch of feet on a roof, and seem to relax. While shifting my position to appear to be more comfortable, I catch a glance of white hair and a long stick. Sighing, I close my eyes but see what it is doing in my mind, using sounds to make the images. Whatever it was, it was getting closer, obviously trying to be quiet. Sadly, compared to the natural silence, it is louder than a trumpet blowing right into my ear. Chuckling inwardly, I let it get closer. When it is close enough, I whip my staff and shoot fire before you could say 'eye'. The figure ducks and shies away from the fire, a scared look on his face. More fire comes it's way and it is slowly getting farther and farther away. Finally, the figure springs up into the sky and goes away. Thank you. I sigh loudly and sit back don to really go to sleep this time, and fast.
"That's the new Guardian? I haven't seen her in my whole bloody life!" Bunny exclaimed and gestured to the figure. Nor had I.
Quite honestly, I didn't even know what to say either, though. Her hair was ragged and cut short with maybe a knife and the pants were tattered into strips at the bottom. Shirt was pretty normal, looking to be from some popular store I had seen kids going to. And it had a hood stitched into it.
A hand shook my shoulder and I dropped from my thoughts. "Huh?" I said, my thoughts still a little clouded. "You are getting new Guardian." The Russian boomed and a portal opened up in front of me. "Good luck!" He said and pushed me into the portal.
The trumpet part up there, yeah let's just say that has happened to me quite a few times, since I'm in band. But review.
Quote: Some people hear voices. Some see invisible people. Others have absolutely no imagination whatsoever.