The Guardian.
"It's time."
A mystical voice rang in a large stone room calling the attention of the Council. There were 12 representatives, one for each of the nations living on Thrae who were fighting for the Light's peace. Elves, Dwarves, Human's, Dragons, Pixies, Mermaids, Angels, Unicorn's, Centaurs, Fairies, Sorceresses, and of course gods. The one who spoke was at the 'head' of the round table. It was the Council goddess, her sharp blue eyes pinning the council members to their chairs.
"What time?" asked the Dwarf known as Regarf. The dwarves were not known for their intelligence but for their stubbornness.
"To call the Guardian back to us." At this gasps rang around the tables from almost every Council member.
"But it is too soon." Rumbled Drakar the Leader of the Dragons. He had not gasped. Instead he turned his bright yellow slitted eyes on the goddess. "The Guardian would not be 20 yet. We cannot put a mere child against the Dark's forces."
"You are right." Stated the goddess Simara. Glances went all along the table. "But this time she will not stand alone like it did in the past." Murmurs slid up and down the table. Not face it alone? Change tradition and prophecy? Nothing good can come out of this. "Silence!" the calm and whip-like command silenced the Council's tongues. "Here me first. Judge later." The Council agreed.
"Hello Mother." A young woman around 21 said, brushing back her auburn colored, waist length hair. Green eyes gazed out sadly from a perfectly heart-shaped face with a beautiful ivory complexion. "I've missed you these last few months. Well at least they're months to me." Silence. A cool winter breeze blew through the grave-yard making the world's loss all the more noticeable. "The Council has decided to up my training. They are still not convinced I am capable of the job. I barely have time to breathe in between missions and ceremony. I bet they never treated you this way." At this the girl giggled. "But then again you were never the Guardian..."
"Miss Sakura! Miss Sakura!" An anxious voice sounded across the yard, jarring the girl out of her conversation. Looking up, Sakura couldn't help but sigh as she saw Lushung, The Council's Messenger, running across the field toward her. Could they never give her a moments peace? Sakura decided not to show her agitation to the youth, and instead, stood by her mothers grave calmly waiting. When Lushung finally reached her, he was too out of breath and had to take a moment to rest. "Miss...Sakura...pant The Council...requests...your presence...immediately." After delivering this Lushung collapsed on the ground, his goal completed.
"After you have regained your breathe somewhat, tell them I will appear in the morning. They knew not to disturb me and unless there has been another attack, their news can wait." Sakura couldn't help the cold undertone that entered her voice. They knew her one rule. The one boundary they were never to cross. But they had been getting bolder lately...But this was one thing she would not budge on. Period. Seeing that Lushung understood Sakura nodded her head and then began walking towards the forest. She needed her time alone.
Lushung gazed after the Guardian Sakura with a kind of pity. Although he looked a lot younger, Lushung was Sakura's age and had grown up with her. He could still picture Sakura's childish face as she laughed at him for doing a trick. She used to such a happy girl. Until the Council got a hold of her. Lushung frowned thinking about it. It was like over night the Council managed to extinguish every spark of innocence in the girl. No long did she smile just because the sky was blue. Sakura was cold, unfeeling, and always with a tightness about her eyes that spoke of strain and too much responsibility for one so young. Lushung shook his head and picked himself up off the ground. Soon Sakura will smile again he thought starting to walk back the way he came. After-all, how long could the Council keep up this frantic pace? Soon, they would have to let go of Sakura's leash and let her do her duty the way it is supposed to be done.