"Leave here at once!" comanded a man, with firey red locks and giant wings of an angel. "You've failed beofre and you know you have no power here, Caal," his voice echoed through the darkened skys, "The portal shall never be yours to control.""That is where you are wrong, Guardian," hissed a voice from the shadows. "Where once I have failed-now I will prevail." Boney hands appeared from the hooded figure. With a quick chant and a wave of his palm, the Guardian was wounded deeply in his shoulder.
Hot blood dripped from his injury, but the Guardian was to astonished to care. "H-how?"
"Dark magic-" expalined the hooded figure. "Now, Guardian, you are strong, and would make a fine general for my armies," the sky grew red and the earth below the pair mirrored the skies, "Join me and I'll let you live. Join me and drive both worlds into my hands!"
"Never," defided the Guardian.
"Perhaps you don't know the sinairo at hand, dear Guardian," sneered the hooded creature. "You see, even now as the sky turns red the world around us is being infected. My minons are at work, taking over and corrupting the one source of your strength- The kinddess of man. My creatures move swiftly and well- there will be no one to stand in my way. No vitrue, no chance."
The hooded figure chuckled as he clenched his fist, as he did so, the Guardian shouted in pain, and held his chest as if his insides were being twisted. "What about now, oh noble Guardian? You know, no one can stop me now that the world is under my control," mocked the hooded figure.
The Guardian did not reply, the hooded figure squeezed harder, causing more wounds to appear upon the flesh of his opponent
The feathered guardain muttered something under his breath. "Speak, louder!" comanded the hooded figure.
He wheezed and cringed at the pain in his chest, "There is a way to stop you."
"Oh really? And what might that be?" smirked the hooded figure.
The Guardian smiled. "A legend-" was all he said before ripping away from the Hooded figure's encanted grasp. He screamed in the horrible pain stabbing his body as he broke through the spell and into the portal behind him.
The hooded figure did not follow, but meerly chuckled. "You're stronger then I thought! but no matter! Man is weak- twas foolishness to have a Guardian depend on their strength of heart to protect anything at all!"
The feathere Guardain plundge from the skies. The pain was gashing in his heart. he was too weak to open his eyes, to weak to notice the chill he had brought with him- to weak to stop himself from falling into the ground below.
CRASH!
For several moments, the guardian was still, laying in the ground, waiting for a slow death. there was far to much pain for him to truly know what he was doing. "A legend..." he whispered to himself. The words seemed to give him strength enough to raise and collide with a door. He tripped into a room of which he did not know.
CRASH
Only then did he creep into the safety of te shadows, too weak to think of anything else such a strange room....
Malana was walking back home from school. her stride was long and swift, not in an preticular reason, she just wanted to get out of the chilling autumn air. While the wind was briskly nipping her nose, she skipped up the stairs of her front porch- her dark blonde locks bounced as went.
She entered her home after futtling through the mess of change in her pocket. Dropping her schoolbag onto the ground beside the shoes, Malana rubbed her fore arms, desperate to warm them. "Why on earth is it this cold? It's apirl for Chist's sake!" she blew into her cupped hands. The cold had come on so suddenly. Malana remembered as she left school, the tempture was warm and humid, very different from the weather that was now present outside. The weather man hadn't predicted such a sharp change in the weather. Had she known, Malana would have brought a jacket with her.
Once warmed, Malana stared at the first door before her. "Okay- three ... two... one... now!" She reached out the door to get the mail from the mail box just outside the door, only to withdraw her arm as quickly as she could after retreiving the postage.
"Geez it's freezing!" she exclaimed.
CRASH!
Malana nearly jumped from her spot. "Eh? Who's there?" There was no answer. "Hello?" she called out a little louder, and yet there was still no answer. This was nerve racking- her mother couldn't be home- the car wasn't in the driveway and Malana's brother was now serving detention at school for who knows what this time.
The girl gropped around and grasped her mother's high-heel shoe. "Get back- I'm armed." she warned the intruder. The floor creeked as, she slowly crept foward into the kitchen. There was another crash. "eep!" Malana's stomach was all in knots- the noise was coming from the basment.
Still very uncertain of herself- the girl crept slowly down the stairs to the basement, shoe in hand, ready to strike. It was then that something caught the corner of her eye. Something had moved. "S-Show yourself!" From the shadows lept- her cat, Michiko.
Malana's shouders dropped, utterly relieved. "Oh my god, Michi!" Malana set the shoe aside, and knelt down to pet her feline friend. "You scared me have to death!" Malana could feel Michiko shaking as she stroked the kittie's fur. "Oh, are you cold too, Michi? I'll turn the heater."
Malana went onto the basement floor, where she was very cold. Michiko would not go with Malana, she prefered to stay where she was. There was a draft about the room coming from an opened door that lead to the backyard. The wind was blowing the door to and fro as it whistled into the room. "Why's that open?"
As she went over to the swinging door, when she noticed something on the floor. "Huh?" Malana questioned, closing the door as she glanced down. Below Malana were small puddles of something- blood.
Malana gasped and jumped back. There had to be something else in her house.
CRASH!
Malana turned in the direction of the crash. She could hardly breathe in her panic as the vision came into veiw. Blood was ozing out of several wounds puctured in a firey redheads flesh. She could hear him huffing for air, and saw that he could hardly stand. She almost screamed when the figure moved foward and stumbled in its pain.
Malana's brown eyes went wide and mouth agape. The person before her had long, white feathered wings, some feathers were stained in blood. The wounded figure reached his hand out to Malana and rasped, "Help me."
And we start from there! Welcome everyone to As I'm wisped away.
Our world exists with another world in a parallel universe. The barrier between the two is literally paper thin yet strong enough for the two worlds not to know of each other. The only bridge between the worlds is a single portal in the sky, that for centuries has been raided by a single force. Yet each and every time the force came to attack the Guardian awoke to protect it.
The Guardian's power is hardly his own, in fact, he draws his strength from the kindness, courage, and over all goodness of man. Now the evil force who once failed has won a battle, banishing the Guardian from the skies. The Guardian's greatest strength has now become his greatess weakness... or has it?
Legend has it that should there ever come a day that the Guardian falls from the skies that he must seek the One. A single soul to help uplift the souls of the world and fight this impending doom. But is she willing enough to help to fight her own inner demons?
"A man living under the shadow of an impending calamity lives at his best for he strives the hardest."
- Sant Kirpal Singh Ji Maharaj
Our world exists with another world in a parallel universe. The barrier between the two is literally paper thin yet strong enough for the two worlds not to know of each other. The only bridge between the worlds is a single portal in the sky, that for centuries has been raided by a single force. Yet each and every time the force came to attack the Guardian awoke to protect it.
The Guardian's power is hardly his own, in fact, he draws his strength from the kindness, courage, and over all goodness of man. Now the evil force who once failed has won a battle, banishing the Guardian from the skies. The Guardian's greatest strength has now become his greatess weakness... or has it?
Legend has it that should there ever come a day that the Guardian falls from the skies that he must seek the One. A single soul to help uplift the souls of the world and fight this impending doom. But is she willing enough to help to fight her own inner demons?
"A man living under the shadow of an impending calamity lives at his best for he strives the hardest."
- Sant Kirpal Singh Ji Maharaj
