Summary

Warriors from different worlds are called forth to join the ranks of an ancient organization known as The Guardians. They must fight to save other worlds as much as their own. Join Goku, Cloud, Link and Ranma along with many others on this very strange and crazy journey in becoming protectors of the known universes. An extreme crossover.

Ling-Lin: Hey there I hope you like this fella. I really do. It's actually quite interesting. Any questions you can just ask me. Enjoy!

The Guardians.

Prologue

The boy looked around the fog to see where he was, but all he could see was the stupid silvery stuff. Yet he could sense something was there, watching him pass by on the moving platform he was standing on. He moved closer to his dad seeking his protection, all the while pretending that he wasn't afraid.

"You afraid kid?" his father asked him. The boy didn't want his dad to think him a coward, so he shook his head and tried to look at the fog without wincing. Of course his father wasn't in anyway fooled by his son's little act. He knew well the feeling of traveling through this fog for the first time. It wasn't at all comfortable to travel in something that you couldn't see or know if something was about to pounce at you. But understanding that his son was a bit too proud for his age, he let it pass and didn't say anything else. His wife and a friend of his son's who was older by five years, tried to hide their smiles from the boy, he was the replica of his father, both physically and in attitude, of course the father was all grown up and mature, but when he was his son's age he was exactly the same.

The boy dared himself to go closer to the side and look down, but the klutz slipped and fell off the edge. All he could feel while falling was a nasty chill. He screamed but couldn't hear his voice. He closed his eyes not wanting to see what he hit before dieing. He suddenly felt something grab him and he thought that it was some kind of creature that was going to eat him. Feeling the sudden ground under his feet, he opened his eyes to see who had grabbed him. What he saw was the black trench coat of his father, he looked up into his fathers eyes. He smiled knowing his father had saved him, but as the stupidity of what happened dawned on him, his smile faded. Feeling embarrassed about making a fool of himself and almost dieing in front of the important and respected figure that was his father, he looked away and directed his gaze to the ground.

"Sorry." He said in a barely audible voice. He was really expecting a hard smack on the head or a berating from his dad. It didn't come. Instead his father stood up and looked down on him.

"You won't do something that dangerous again will you?" he asked with the face of a father who is expecting to be obeyed.

"I won't do it again." The kid said simply.

"You sure?" he said suspiciously.

"Yes."

"Good! Lesson learned!" he said brightly turning away.

"Huh?" the boy said confused. He caught up to his father and looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

"That you learned your lesson, what's so hard to understand? You won't do it again because you know it was stupid. Now you know you must think before you act." He said simply.

"I always think before I act!" the boy said indignantly.

"Not just then you didn't! Now go play around, I'll call you when lunch is ready."

Caught up in the moment, the boy hadn't noticed they had arrived at… wherever they were going. Looking around he took in the details. He was in a meadow with grass that looked like green fur making it feel like he was on the back of some big animal. The sun shone brightly through the branches of the trees at his side. The boy ran to one and climbed almost slipping. Once he got as high as he could go, he looked farther and noted all the exotic and strange flowers that doted the ground. There was a stream that looked like it was filled with diamonds as the sun reflected on it's clean water. A cool breeze shook the leaves of the tree and caressed the skin.

The boy got off the tree to inspect the stream more closely, when he got there he realized that it was full of diamonds, it also had other precious stones. He stared into the water and saw a green stone, pulling up his sleeve, he reached into the water and took it out. It was a beautiful green stone that reminded him of the eyes of a girl he had a crush on. He decided to keep it.

It was good to get out and relax for a change, he was always either studying or training with his father in order to become a strong leader like him one day. He was always hard pressed to keep up with him and his men in whatever area they specialized in. His father was most of the time with his men, not because he preferred being with them, but because they were important in keeping the order of the worlds. He trained harder than was strictly necessary for a kid of his age, because he wanted to be the best. His father never told him not to, he just smiled and let him at it. His mom also understood, she was the wife after all and a very good warrior herself.

Hours passed and he kept on playing around and exploring. Looking into a hole in the ground where a rabbit had hidden, he noticed a glint at the corner of his eye. He looked up at the direction it had come from. In the distance he saw something shining brightly, he felt it beaconing him across the stream towards it. He had just taken one step in that direction when he heard his mom calling him to eat. He didn't like to keep his mom waiting, so he turned and ran to her, but he still looked back towards the glimmer.

He ate his food fast, when he was done, he jumped up, thanked his mother and started to run off.

"Whoa," said his firend grabbing him by the arm and stopping him, "where are you going in such a hurry?"

"I wanted to see something." The boy said simply.

"Don't take too long," his mother said, "we're leaving in five minutes, your father has to get back to work."

"Okay ma!" he said already running.

"He's always got energy for something." His friend said.

Getting to the stream he almost practically jumped to the other side. Getting in the middle of the flowers, he stopped to look for the shiny beacon. He saw it and went to it. The shine came from a rose, a golden rose. He stared at it in awe. He felt it call out to him again, begging him to get closer, so he did. He was entranced by it, the only thing that seemed to exist to him any more was the rose. He heard a whisper, it told him to grab it. Reaching out, he had barely touched it, when one of it's thorns attacked one of his fingers. He took his hand away with a wince and put his finger into his mouth, it hurt like bloody hell. He looked at his finger and there was just a tiny drop of blood. There was a cackle behind him. He spun around into a fighting position , and he saw an old man who seemed to have been carved out of wood, his skin was dark and withered, deep lines etched into his face. His hands were claw like and looked as if they would brake with any movement. As old as he looked, there was a strange presence about him.

"The Rose of Despair just pricked you, didn't it?" the old man asked.

"Who are you?" the boy decided to stay still in his fighting position. Never underestimate, no matter how he may look, his father always said.

The old man didn't answer, instead he said, "The Rose's whim will be fulfilled, you will die very soon. But I think you will die in the hour."

"An hour! What?! What are you talking about?!" the boy said panicked.

"You will die in an hour." The old man teased and started to cackle.

"The cure! What's the cure?!" the boy asked frantically.

"There is no cure." The old man answered and started to vanish.

"No, no! Wait! Come back! There's got to be!" A laugh answered him. Then there was just silence.

"I won't die like this…" he said shaking with rage, "I WONT!!!"