Return Of The Guardian WOF (Book One)

Chapter 4

Sunny sat in the library and watched Starflight shuffle around, sorting scrolls and handing them out to whoever asked. They had been in their for a few hours, and many dragonets had come and gone.

"So, what do you think of a beach wedding." Sunny asked once they were alone

"I like that, but you know I don't care how it looks." He smirked.

"Oh, ha ha, funny." Sunny replied. "But seriously, maybe just us, and a few close friends, nothing big."

"The princess of the sand kingdom having a small wedding? No, that can't be." He gasped in mock horror.

Sunny snorted.

"Sorry, just thinking about it makes me giddy right now." Starflight admitted.

"Same." Sunny sighed.

Michael walked into the room and set a large pile of dusty books on top of Starflight's desk.

"What are these?" He asked, touching the spines lightly.

"Let me cure your injury and you would be able to see for yourself." Michael replied. "It's a complete collection of the real history of this continent, from long before the scorching to now."

Starflight gasped. "Who wrote these?"

"Me, I was there."

Sunny smiled as he picked up each book and set it in a specific location.

"Completely up to date, true, and pretty all-inclusive." Michael added. "I had a dossier of your species, but it was lost, so I'm going to make a new one."

Starflight nodded.

"Might need to talk to Webs about changing the history curriculum." Sunny told him.

"Definitely, I sat in with one of his classes, I could barely keep a straight face."

A bird flew into the room and made a few circles around the room. Sunny noticed that it was made out of paper, and it flew directly into Michael's outstretched paw. He unfolded it and read it.

"So, there is an island that is not far northeast from the night kingdom. I have an army stationed there, and they just sent word that they are set up and ready for action."

"You have an army?" Sunny asked

"Many." Michael smiled. "I brought this one here just in case they're needed."

"What would they be needed for?"

Michael rolled his eyes. "Oh, I don't know, maybe to stop WARS, or maybe, destroy an entire species of a certain plant that controls minds. That last thing might have been my fault."

"Wait, what?"

"In the heart of the poison jungle, I have a vault, that contains many dangerous magical items. One of these items is a mind stone. It allows the bearer to control any mind they have been around. The plant must have been exposed to the magical radiation from the stone, making it able to imitate it's powers."

"A vault? In the Poison Jungle?"

"Yes, I created the deadly plants around it as a way of protection. I should probably go and clear it out before somebody stumbles upon it. The vault guardian isn't very friendly."

"So, it's your fault, all that pain, and..." Sunny

"I didn't grow the plant, nor have it attached to my brain so I could use it to control every dragon in Pantala."

"But you let it happen." Starflight cut in.

"I knew you could handle it." Michael replied. "Besides, nobody came to find me."