The Guardian of Animals
I am a guardian for a long time, but, around of all the time that I had in my new life, I had never seen so many bad things happening. My name is Kali Heather, and I'm an Guardian of Animals.
One day, I was in NY, where one of my helpers (which are animals) had found that an animal was in danger in Central Park. I went flying up there to help him and found it was a kitten stuck in a tree. The park was empty because it was 4 a.m.
"What happened?" I asked to the kitten's mother, that was in the ground with the other puppies.
"I don't know" she said desesperately. "We were sleeping when, suddenly, in the middle of the night, he screamed for help and we saw that he was up there in the tree! I already tried to climb the tree, but I can't!
I looked up and flied until the branch where the kitten was.
"Hello" I said. He was with an scared look. "Don't be afraid, I will help you"
"My paw is injured" he said.
"Fine, come with me" I said taking him carefully with the hands and flying back to the ground.
"Let's see this" I said, taking his injured paw and closing my eyes for a moment. When I opened them, my magic had worked and his paw was much better.
"Now, just one question." I said, putting the kitten in the ground next to his mother and sitting myself to get closer from them. "How it happened?"
"I don't remember very well. I just remember of shadows taking me and, then, when I saw myself, I was up there in the tree. I tried to get down, but I fallen and sprained my paw"
"Strange…" I comment. "But… take care in the next time, okay?"
"Thanks a lot!" said the kitten's mother, with affection in the look, and they leave.
I thought that really really strange! Shadows took the kitten to the top of the tree? Since when this was normal? And who could be behind this?
But, suddenly, I felt some cold in my nose, and forgot my thoughts. When I saw, it was snowing in all the park.
"Jack Frost" I said, crossing my arms.
"Did you missed me?" said an male voice behind me. I turned my back and there he was, leaning against a statue. One hand tucked into the pocket of his dark blue jacket, the other holding a wooden staff and a prankish smile on his face.