Whispers in the wind
swirls around the girl's head. The howl of a far off creature
sends chills down anyone's spine. She's been wandering for days
now and every passing second she is being watched by golden eyes.
She is naïve to the dangers of the world, but she has felt every
single one. The golden eyes watch her every move and protect her
from the things that wish to devour her. It sees the fear shaking
her small silhouette and her green eyes bulging out of her
"Being alone at night
On hearing the
sinister voice she jumped up and bottled towards a large stone
building….the old cathedral. I lost sight of her and had to
follow the sound of her pounding heart trying to bust from its
fleshy cage. She struggled to open the old oak doors, once open
she slammed the doors back into place with her on the other side
and me swearing to the night sky.
The slam of the doors echoed in the building, raven squawked as
they flew out the shattered colored glass in the windows. Small
streams of moonlight strewed through the broken windows along
with the twinkling of the stars casting light into the dark
cathedral. There stood statues everywhere, silent in their poses
looking out with linoleum eyes silently watching over the
cathedral. Paintings colored the ceiling with angels flying
around and saints looking Holy.
I've been running for days, only grabbing little sleep during the
day light and at night fear keeps me awake and my feet always
running. I walked around inside looking all around me, walking
between pews, and standing in awe.
High up the bell began to ring and an ancient voice began to
speak. I wanted to run but the voice sounded calm and kind. It
began to tell me stories of brave knights and damsels in;
distress about war and pain. Images played in front of my naked
eyes as if it was my memory and not just a story being told. I
saw Kings fight bravely and die in battle and Queens weep over
the news of her dead husband and mourn over the execution of
their daughter. I watched as the bloody past of the Royal and of
the Peasant played before me.
"Now you've seen the past.
Change the future so it would not be like this." The ancient
voice began to soften and dim away with the toll of the
The last picture to be
displayed was of a bloody red sunset setting in the west
overlooking a calm ocean. I sat on the old wooden pew wondering
how I can change a bloody cold world unto a warm loving one. I
bent my head down trying to think, until a hand placed itself on
She jumped and screamed as soon as I laid my hand on her
"Hush dear child, I won't
harm thee." She stepped farther away from me.
"I pray thee to stop moving and listen." She again ignored
I sat down with a sigh, "Madame please just sit so I can say some
words." She took a few more steps away from and sat down.
"What do you want?" Her voice
"Why do you wander about
every night?" I questioned.
"Cause I feel like it."
Wonderful she is going to be difficult, again I
I looked at the man with
golden eyes and a long white beard. He asked me questions and I
answered with little information.
He looked me with a serious face and said, "Mattea, you must go
back from where you are from and make things right. Teach the
un-educated, held the un-helped, and prevent the shed of blood;
the world is covered with evil and now it must be washed off with
good." I sat there looking at him in disbelief.
"I'm not going back!" I
He gave me a harsh look, "you
cannot continue running away from your problems, you must face
them or be weak and run for the rest of your life."
It was my turn to sigh deeply
and dread going back.
"Are you ready?" He
I gave him a look,
"Get ready little one, you
are going back tonight." He stood up and looked at me and hushed
my protesting with a wave of his hand.
"Farewell Mattea, be strong
and hold on." With a wink and a smile dirt began to pick and
swirl around me as he moved his hands in the words and saying
mystical words. The swirling of dirt thickened and blinded me
from seeing him; I fell to the ground covering my head with my
arms. I felt the dirt to fall down and stop moving it was my
signal to look up and see that I was back in my village ready to
start changing things.
"Elende!" I turned to a young
man with blue eyes walking towards me.
"Yes?" I said calmly. I sat
down, my limbs were aching with old age.
"Why did you tell her?" He
sat down next to me.
"You see Dymetri, she needed
a bit of a push and to be turned in the right direction."
"But the Elders will be
angry! You'll be in so much trouble for showing her the past and
sending her back like that!"
"I know, I know but she
needed it no matter what the elders say."
Dymetri sighed and stood up
with a smile, "come brother, let's go and find another to watch
over and guide."
Together the two men, one
young and on old walked out of that cathedral, the two men who
were known as The Guardians in old folk tales, but a girl who
found out folk tales were true and that "guardians" were always
around watching over people, guiding them in the right directing
and with that it gave her a reason to smile and look forward to a