Way too short for a decent beginning, I know, but I comfort myself with the thought that this is only the prologue... and I NEED SLEEP. I swear on my honour as a Red-headed Celestrian that upcoming updates will be much longer... shear my locks and dye them blonde if I lie.

Prologue

"Hello? Is there anybody there? If you're there, say something. Show yourself."
Thus do the voices of the mortals plead, ever hopeful of proof of our existence. For how long have we watched over their realm...? For how long have we Celestrians existed...?

The Observatory is home to the mighty Yggdrasil, the Great World Tree, and to the Celestrians, a race of beings charged with watching over the mortal realm beneath. According to legend, when the sacred fyggs finally bloom on Yggdrasils tree, a celestial carriage will arrive to transport the Celestrians to the Realm of the Almighty. In order to bring about the blooming of the fyggs, the Guardians have long gathered benevolessence, the crystallised gratitude of their mortal charges and offered it up to the Great World Tree.

Whilst the Celestrians and their duty to protect mortal kind have remained steady over the passage of time, inhabitants of the mortal world can never be truly sure of their existence, with the most cynical scorning the Celestrians as mere myths of the ancient times. Nonetheless, Guardian statues still stand as a source of great pride where mortals bring their thanks to the guardians of their homeplace.

"It really is weird..." the taller of the two blonds mused, a strange mixture of thoughtfulness and frustration on his face. The shorter boy didn't seem to share his companions 'fascination' with the aged statue in front of them - instead, he seemed more concerned as to why he had been persuaded to ditch his quiet shift at the town border just to watch this.

"What's weird?", he frowned to get a closer at the subject of his crouched friends glare, "You mean this name thingy on the Guardian statue, Ivor?"

"Of course I mean that name thingy, Hugo, you dolt! I'm sure it said 'Aqui-' something before. But now it's 'Rion'..."

"Really? Well it's said Rion for as long as I can remember."

"And how long is that exactly? Do you remember reading it before?" Hugo scratched absentmindedly at the side of his head.

"Er...I... That's funny... I, I can't say that I do."

"You see!" Ivor straightened up, his face still bearing the same signs of frustration, but now with a hint of victory, as if he had just proved his point beyond dispute only for no-one else to agree. "It's only just changed, and everyone thinks its been like that forever. I've even asked Erinn and she says the same thing as you. How can she have not have noticed the difference when she visits it every day?"

"Ah-ha! It must be the work of the village Guardian, then!"

Ivor scoffed at the other youths belief.

"So an ancient myth has managed to not only change the memories of an entire villaige, but also change it's gender to a girl? Bit of a waste of all those powers don't you think?" He shook his head with certainty. "Don't be such a wally! Someone must have done something to the staue when no-one else was around - that's the only explanation. There's no such thing as Guardians. They're just made-up rubbish. It's only Erinn who believes in all that nonsense. She's such a dumb, er...brunette."

At this, Hugo rolled his eyes, turning around to climb down the grassy steps. Here we go again... Erinn this, Erinn that... Ivor's so transparent. Everyone can see he's head over heels in love with the girl. If he could only spend a day without one of his 'Guardian rants' she might be able to stand being in the same room with him long enough for her to notice.

"Erinn's always going on about how everything is thanks to the Guardian. Stupid if you ask me..."

Well. He chuckled to himself as they crossed the bridge onto the centre of the town, the island at the bottom of the waterfall. Probably not going to happen anytime soon.

"If we really couldn't manage without... mythical angels, holding our hands the entire time, then someone would have proof of them doing something by now. I mean, if this Guardian really exists, then why doesn't she introduce herself to me, eh?"

AN- Don't worry, the story WILL consist of more than my shameless copying of game lines. The next chapter should be where my original story really kicks in (although it will follow the bare basics of the game). I have to admit, I've always been frustrated that the story never expanded on Ivor's strange ability to remember the old Guardian - something for the story to work on, I think. Maybe he was just THAT stubborn...

Yes, it's that time again. OCs Wanted! I'm planning on putting the teams other members into the spotlight once they're introduced.

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