A/N: Just a bit of a warning. This is just the first of three short introductory chapters, for my OCs. This is also a rewrite of my story, The Three Guardians. The original version is up, but it's not something I recommend reading to be honest. But if you'd like to check it out, feel free. The first real chapter probably won't be till chapter 4.
UNKNOWN LOCATION - Year: 785
"Three walls. That's what protects the remains of humanity. Three fifty meter walls. Keeping them safe. Alive."
"Keeping them caged."
"Yes."
"Well, if they do not want to fight for themselves, who are we to help them?"
"It is our purpose, after all. Guide humanity to prosperity."
"But if we simply give them the answer, they will not learn. Merely, postpone their destruction."
"Perhaps. But we are the ones he chose. We must do something."
"What about the old runes?"
"What do you mean?"
"If I'm correct, one of the old runes we left behind is within the confines of the outermost wall."
"Yes?"
"We activate it. It shall give humanity the push it needs."
"But that leaves the chosen guardians to chance. How are we to know that the chosen will truly be worthy?"
"The protector will decide, and it will remain dormant until those who are worthy approach. No matter how long it takes."
"But you know that when the guardians are chosen, the fallen one will send someone to eliminate them."
"Then we must pray that the guardians chosen are some of the most powerful we've ever seen."
"Unfortunately. Let's just hope that they don't take too long. 40 years has been long enough."
"Even if it takes thousands of years, you know we must wait. Besides, time for us is meaningless."
"I suppose that's correct. Let us see where this leads, shall we?"
LOCATION: SHINGANSHINA - Year: 845
GALLAGHER HOUSHOLD
60 Years Later.
The young boy hissed as he held his shoulder. Having had a forceful tumble, the unforgiving chair he'd knocked his shoulder onto had dislocated it.
In the corner, a five year old girl sat, dressed in a pink nightgown, watching in concern, tears in her eyes as she looked at the pain the boy was in.
"John, are you okay?" She asked, trying to hold in the tears, be brave for the boy.
"I'm hurting, but I'll be fine, Luce." The boy said, glancing at her for a second, before looking back at his shoulder. "Better than another scar." The boy mumbled, before looking back at the girl. "Cover your ears sis."
The little girl, Luce, did as told, bring her hands to her ears in an attempt to block out as much sound as possible, clenching her eyes shut as well to avoid the site that was sure to follow.
Gritting his teeth, the boy, John, forced his shoulder back into place with an uncomfortable POP! and a grunt of pain, before relaxing. He rolled his shoulders a few times, before sighing.
"Okay, Lucy, it's all over." The boy informed her, putting his blue flannel over his red shirt. The girl removed her hands from her ears and opened her eyes, an apologetic look prominent in them.
The poor girl sniffled. "I'm sorry."
John shook his head, walking over and crouching down. "Don't say that." He said, pulling her into a hug. "You have no reason to be sorry." He said softly to her as he pulled away, giving her a gentle smile. "He would've found something else to blame me for anyway."
"But-"
"But nothing." John interrupted whatever Lucy was gonna say. "Charles's actions are his own, and I will not let you take the blame for them." He said. The girl was quiet at that, so John smiled. "Now, go get dressed."
"Why?" She asked him, curious after the events of this morning.
"I'm hanging out with Deek and Rex today. You, though, are going to be at the Yeagers."
No sooner had the word Yeager left his mouth had the little girl sprinted to her room, giving John privacy at the moment.
With a sigh, he let his smile drop as he looked into the door sized mirror on the kitchen door.
Dressed in a dark navy blue flannel, a red v-neck, some blue jeans in a black belt, and brown pointed steel toed boots, resembling what you would commonly see on farmers. His long, messy, unkempt hair spilled to his shoulders, combed out of his face, though that was it. His crimson eyes stared back at himself, anguish and pain prevalent within them.
All in all, a better day than it could've been.
"Most of these stunts end with more than something dislocated." John muttered to himself. He'd never forgive the culprit.
His step-father, Charles.
"Fat bastard." John grumbled.
Most people wouldn't believe the abuse that went on at the household. Outside of close friends and family, most who did usually made fun of him. After all, what man would allow someone else to beat them?
Most failed to realize that for his size, standing at a staggering six feet, young John was only 10 years old.
Hence the nickname, Big John.
"I'm ready!" Lucy said as she came back through the kitchen door.
She was now dressed in a sky blue dress, with a flower pattern of roses sewn onto it. She wore a pair of little green sandals as well.
Maybe not the best for her outfit, but due to the uncaring, not to mention greedy, nature of their step-father, they were all she had, and John had ended up being the one to buy them for her.
John smiled. No matter how many beatings, how much pain he went through, as long as Lucy remained untouched, it was worth it so she could live in a home and off the streets, especially with the trafficking rate that was prominent within Wall Maria.
Seeing the smile that lit up her face every once in a while, similar to what she had now, was an added bonus.
"Alright, let's go." John said, holding out his hand for his little sister, who took it without hesitation.