The Guardian Series: Born

Out of the Darkness...

If you are reading this, you are going to know the truth about the world around you. But, this truth holds a lot of danger because when you find out, that's when they will come. So, if you can't bear to face the consequences of the secrets when released, put this book away, forget it ever existed. If you still want to know, read on but remember; they will come. The only thing I will be able to do to help is show you how to defeat them and trust me, I'll know if you glance upon this and I'll be there to help. Well, it all started when I woke up in a garden. Know that feeling you get when you find yourself in a place you don't recognize, without any recollection of how you got there? Yeah, consider me in the same position. But instead of being freaked out, I was actually mesmerized by the strange beauty of the place that surrounded me. The only downside though was that, the place didn't seem to have any color except for black and white- like I was living in a weird sequel of a Charlie Chaplin movie gone wrong and that's when things got a little crazy. I saw a man walking through the garden. He seemed to be in his early twenties. He was tall, about six-four with black hair, green eyes and fittingly ripped body; the kind that gave muscular wannabees a chance to shut up. The white streak at the right side of his hair reminded me of my best friend Sylvester. With a fitting light-blue t-shirt, black skinny jeans, combat high tops that seemed to have seen brighter days and a wild and mysterious look as if what he was going to do next would be a very shocking surprise; I could see that he was a man on a mission. I called out to him but, he didn't seem to notice me as he kept muttering to himself, "I can do it, I can control them... I'm strong enough". Suddenly, he lifted his head and fixed his gaze at me. He seemed far off but, I could still see the beads of sweat on his face. But truth is I was totally freaked at the fact that he was colored in this black and white world. My mind reeling for answers, I stared at myself to check, colored. I looked back at him as a thought crossed my mind,

We don't belong here.

That's when I noticed that his stare was a blank one; a stare no different from one he would have had if he was to face another direction. He looked around as if he was looking for something- or had already found it. Raising his head to the sky, he started chanting in an unknown tongue which sounded eerily familiar. I could feel a strange force moving and stirring to his incantations. A disgusting, horrible force that intensified as his voice grew louder and he shook his arms and fingers like crazy. The place around us seemed to respond to his words as the earth began to widen with agonizing cracking sounds and with colorful flames dancing out of them. Weird and scary were going to new lengths as shadow-like arms began to climb out of the cracks and finally, three shadows with human physiques jumped out and bowed before him. This guy was beginning to seem like bad news and to make matters worse; those things were making my mind go haywire in panic. Staring at them made me feel like I was looking at an endless void of misery, madness and death. Then I realized that I was staring at the true definition of darkness and evil. The first one then spoke with a voice that sounded like a thousand tires screeching at once,

"We are indebted to you for releasing us from our bonds. Your wish is our command."

The man then responded in a strangely calm demeanor and a soothing English accent,

"We must make plans to invade Lumina. It is my wish to see it burn to the ground." He spoke so casually, like burning things to the ground was something he did on a regular. The tangible shadows seemed to like his idea as they grinned to each other, showing razor-sharp, emerald-white teeth. Talk about color difference. He noticed their excitement and continued, "I will need some time to be able to summon the rest of your brethren. After that, we will-"

"WAIT!" another shadow freak interjected. Then, it snarled, "We are being watched." It quickly lounged towards me and slashed at my chest, hitting me to the ground. As I lay on the ground writhing in agony, I felt a force pressing down on me and at that point in time, it felt like I was drowning, even though I had never drowned before. I tried pulling myself up but, I just fell back to the ground, still trying to breathe. To find where the pain was coming from, I opened my eyes, only to find myself at an entirely different place and in that instant, it all came rushing back. I had been sleeping in class because of the long night I had in my workshop meaning, I was dreaming. But, I wondered to myself, how could a dream hurt? I was trying to suck in some air when my Sylvester, my best friend, rushed to my side with a face full of concern, "Hey buddy, you alright? What's going on?" I grimaced in pain and looked up at him, "C-c-can't breathe" I managed. I kinda knew what caused it and what this 'affliction' was. But, I simply couldn't get why the panic attack I was having was shaped like an asthma attack. Maybe, wonder and thought of it had somehow placed it into my subconscious .aside from that; there seemed no other logical explanation that showed a hint of truth and sense. It was pain on a whole new level and trust me; I have had my fair share of pain. You just can't breathe yet, you try to force air into your lungs with faith that the next would get better but in reality, respiration keeps gets harder and harder. Asthma is a really shitty condition. I always wondered how its' patients felt and magically, the universe placed it on my doorstep and made me find out; the hard way. Sylvester grabbed his bag, fumbled through, picked out his inhaler and handed it over to me. Yeah, I know people will be like "Is that hygienic?" and stuff but, it was a matter of life and death so, do forgive me if I did not check for the safety and hazard warnings before I pressed the canister to release 'stuff' to jumpstart my lungs. Surprisingly though, it worked. With me on the floor, trying to regain composure with everyone gaping at me as if I had just come out of a horror movie or something. So, I said something smart like "Uhh, I'm okay? And climbed into my seat but, even though I lowered my head, I could still feel eyes glued on me, disturbing me even more. Thankfully, Mr. Leery called the class to order and then went on with his intuitive lesson.