The End Of The Guardians

Time passed. We soon became used to our new setting, as if it were our home in the first place. We were trained each week, learning old and new techniques on how to disable or defeat our enemies. As we knew that as Guardians, we'd make many foes and allies in our lifetimes. However, no enemy I'd ever meet would I hate more than I hated the Guardians of Darkness. Now, my sadness had turned into anger. I knew what they'd done to not just my parents, but all of the Guardians.

I saw it with my own eyes.

It was the night that we had first came to the city, which we learned was named Apollon, after my father.

A/N: I skimmed through the last chapter to see if I'd named it. Guess not so yeah ^

We had been taken on a tour through the impressive home. There were too many rooms to remember what they'd had inside them. I remember one that was completely devoted to past Guardians of the past ages. All over the walls, it was lined with paintings of the past Guardians. Some were like us, the normal elements.

The others had different elements. Roaratius, like my mother, was a Guardian of the Fear type, and he'd lived nearly two-thousand years ago. He was painted with black on bright red scales, four horns on his head, and a muscular body. His surroundings were, interestingly enough, a dark forest filled with dangerous apes in the shadows, given away by their red eyes. I kept looking at the magnificent paintings with such detail and effort, that I actually held everyone up.

However, the tour was practically over, and we were sent to our new rooms. Within an hour, everyone had settled in and were in bed.

I kept thinking about the paintings before I'd went to sleep. How these great beings lives were like, the people they've defended, and the enemies they'd faced.

But the thought returned.

They'd never had to face those Dark Guardians.

I tried to calm myself and clear my mind. I closed my eyes, finally.

But my problems had only just started.

A circle appeared in front of my bed. On it were intricate designs and writings in a language I wasn't familiar with. Every second, it pulsed, lighting up the room with a calm light.

I stepped out of my bed cautiously. I didn't know at all if it were safe or a threat.

I stepped closer to it. The circle then pulsed faster, twice a second now. The room was much brighter with each flash now.

Obviously, I need to step into it, I thought, it being here must be important.

I stood there staring at the mysterious entity, pondering if I should stand on it.

Suddenly, the circle stopped pulsing. Then, I began to feel myself being pulled toward the circle.

Sure enough, I was less than an inch from it before I fully realized. Desperately, I tried to grab my bed, but I was quickly sucked in.

Then a white light engulfed me and I was gone in the flash.

I didn't know what was happening to me. On the outside, I was just standing there inside what might have been a spell.

What was really happening to me, was time travel.

I never found out how it happened, or who did it, but I was being thrown about back two days into the past. At that time, we were still traveling, oblivious to what was really happening.

Finally, the light subsided, and I was somewhere far away from there.

I was back at home.

It was very dark starry night. It was quiet out, the wildlife seemingly disappeared from the familiar forest. I was completely lost, because it was too quiet for a battle of the Guardians to be happening.

Suddenly, there were massive explosions all around me. They blew in different colors and sizes, but they were all destructive. They left giant craters all over the once beautiful forest. Trees were uprooted and decimated, the ground was rolled up like blankets. The sky was lit again and again by the blast, as if each had become the new sun for a time.

The night darkness returned again, cloaking everything in black. Even if it were day, however, I still wouldn't see it. The clashing dragons moved much too fast to know who had the upper hand, just appearing as blurs smashing into each other, then disappearing.

In fact, there were times that I never saw any clashes for an agonizingly long time. I was always anxious to see where it would go next, and also see if I could get a glimpse at the winning Guardian.

Finally, I saw my father stop, flying in the air. Just feet across from him, another dragon dashed into sight.

Napalm, the Guardian of Dark Fire, had crimson scales, a brick red underbelly, 2 massive sharp horns, and a tail blade shaped like a dagger.

The two glared at each other for a long time. Neither of them spoke, seemingly trying to read each other's minds, searching for weaknesses or open spots. The air seemed to become warmer and warmer the longer the two remained, and it soon felt like a raging volcano in the quiet, cool forest. Suddenly, my father breathed at Napalm. He countered with a black lava breath, leading to a struggle of the two blasts.

On and on the struggle went, until a massive explosion lit up the entire sky. It was so bright that I'd covered my eyes, fearing I'd blinded myself.

Still, the explosion blazed the area around me for miles and miles, nearly reaching the temple. Everything there was incinerated, and what was left was smoldering dust if anything.

When I finally could open my eyes, I honestly wished I couldn't. Napalm was uninjured, having only a few scratches over his body. My father was the opposite, bleed and even burned everywhere on his body. He plummeted from the sky, landing so hard he seemed to shake the now broken land.

I wanted to scream at him, tell him he was okay, but I couldn't speak. All I could do, was lay there helplessly, watching how everything unfolded.

I realized he wasn't the only one losing, and soon, the other Guardians began to fail. The fights became visible, and I saw at first an even fight between Brontes and Gravel. It changed so fast, however, and soon, Gravel began to falter. Soon he was being pummeled by Brontes, every punch, kick, and breath attack hit him hard. Soon he was in the same state as my father.

As much as I hated it, they had all lost.

They all just lied in the grass with large craters around their broken bodies. They had strength nowhere near the Dark Ones had.

The Dark Guardians just looked at them, our defeated parents. All I saw were smirks or full smiles on their faces.

Stupidly, I thought they'd let them go. Leave them alone, remain satisfied with the fact that they're triumphant.

I could never have been more wrong in my life.

Napalm opened his maw slowly, savoring the moment of victory. He chuckled to himself, "It was fun while it lasted."

A bright orange light slowly began to glow brighter and brighter. It was small, but unimaginably strong. Just that small amount was shining an orange aura around Napalm, and it even brought out electric sparks over his body.

No, I thought, don't do it. Let them live.

But it was futile. I knew it was going to happen, I was sent back in time to see it. It's all said and done, and I'm just here to see it.

"Goodbye forever, Apollonir."