Book 1: The journey of the Guardian

by Briana93

She came from a lineage of protectors. Her family for centuries guarded the ley lines that were found around the world. She would be starting her training to become one as well. Though what she wasn't aware of was that her journey was only just at the beginning stages of her true path.

Prologue

She was there above the world, eyes glowing a frighten shade of grey. She was in a wild state, her mind lost as the magic around her swirled and buzzed. She felt her skin tingle with pin pricks all over.

Down on the ground below they watched and waited- the power was causing the air to groan and buzz around them. The ground was starting to tremble, the ley lines would not be able to with stand much more. All they hoped was that she would know what she was doing up there. The hope also was- that she wouldn't die.

She jolted up in her bed, a hand reaching for her chest. She had no idea what that nightmare was, but she knew she was not looking forward to finding out what it meant. She ran her hand through her curly lock's fingers getting stuck in the process. She groaned to herself, she hated her hair sometimes if not all the time.

Today was the day- the start to her last day before she had to begin her training. She needed to make the most of it and enjoy it because it would some of the most intense months. This wouldn't be like the training she went through before. That was basic to ensure she was aware of all the abilities and magics she had at her disposal. She was excited but nervous as well. The cursed autism making itself known. It was the main cause of her being so picky and disliking change so much. She always kept to a schedule even if it was a chaotic one. It helped her to be as functional as possible in the world. Her parents always did their best to make sure she was okay.

"Alright time to brush this bird's nest, if I don't my mom will and that's the last thing anyone in the house needs." She said to herself in a whisper. Any time she had trouble hair she asked her mom for help. Least to say lots of screaming and crying was heard throughout the house. If you weren't awake before, now you would be. She ran the brush slowly and carefully through her hair for the next twenty minutes. She was glad that nightmare woke her up, if it hadn't, she would be late getting ready. Her family would be heading out for a picnic. Last time they had one she was about ten years old and her brother was just a newborn.

She heard her mom yell for her to wake up, which she responded with running down the stairs ready to go. "Well looks like you got your hair managed?" Her mother asked a teasing smile playing on her lips. A loud sigh escaped her lips as she turned to look at the mirror in the hall. Her hair was a bush. Her mother handed her a hair tie. "I figured you would need this today anyway. That hair of yours was tough for me to learn to tame when you were younger. Don't be discouraged about it." Her mother spoke with a gentle squeeze to her shoulder.

She pulled the now fuzzy curls back into a low ponytail. She double checked to make sure all her locks were in place before she walked out the door. No matter the hair issues she would enjoy today because she had this eerie feeling things would no longer be the same.