The faces of those within the village were eager, anticipating the arrival of guests. Parents with their arms crossed, children with happy faces, curiosity was in the air. Unlike the children, the parents had all met Hikari and Shana before. Roughly ten years had passed since Kira saved that girl under the moonlit sky.
Above, the sun's light burned the world, the heat intensifying, making them all feel as if time was ticking slowly. Hikari and Shana, as well as Setsuna and Kuro, were running late
In the end, the chief, who was doing his job for once, asked the women to take water from the village well and hand them out to those who wanted some. The wooden lid was slid from the thing, revealing a chilliness Setsuna had placed into it long ago, and water was drawn and distributed. Then the cover was slid back to protect the young children and the water itself.
To no surprise, the kids sat down, sipping the refreshing liquid as they waited.
Kira glanced into the distance with squinted eyes, thinking he saw movement. True enough, outlines belonging to four individuals came into view. There was a feeling inside the boy, perhaps from knowing Setsuna and Kuro all too well, that those arriving where those they were waiting for.
"Everyone, it's them!" Kira announced.
A princess and her knight were almost here. The voices of excited children filled the entrance with jubilation. A fantasy soon to come true.
Opposite, Kira found the chief besides him, muttering and daydreaming, in his own mind clearly picturing something perverse in that almost-bald head of his. The argument between Kira and that pervert was an old one. Even if his memories were faint, he knew he had smacked the man with his words many times over to keep his perversion down. Yet, this time, what would Hikari think if she saw him next to such a pervert? Would she understand or would she hate Kira and the old man enough to leave?
Being next to a pervert could tarnish your image. In the end, he covered his face and sighed, embarrassed for himself and the chief.
"Honestly old man. . ." He muttered under his breath.
Though, there was a faint smile on his lips. The realization that, in the end, that some things never changed, and that was something to be grateful for/
'I guess he won't change anytime soon. Maybe it's not a bad thing. But, still, I wish he'd keep his gestures to himself.'
From atop the horses closing in, the crowd seemed like ants. Try as they might, the four individuals throttling closer with their stallions realized that distinguishing a person from another within that anticipating group of villagers would be a difficult task from their distance. Yet, deep down, Hikari knew one of them.
Keeping one hand on the reign, and maintaining her balance, the princess waved excitedly into the air, eyes shining in his directions.
"Kira!" She shouted with a face elated in joy.
She imagined it would be barely audible to the villagers, but that didn't stop the girl.
Out in front, Setsuna led the group.
"I'm happy she can experience this outside the kingdom's walls," The man said.
"I agree," Kuro replied. "If I recall. . .she wouldn't leave Kira's side. When her father came, she didn't want to say goodbye."
Shana joined in, nodding softly upon, as she maintained her eyes forward. "That does indeed sound like something Hikari would do. Ever since I met her, she wouldn't leave my side."
Then she drifted her head beside her, turning to the man she was still vigilant against.
". . .Lord Setsuna, if I'm not mistaken, Kira is not related to you by blood?" She asked.
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Sacred Guardians
FantasyThe Sacred Guardians were protectors of Avilion, all who dwelled there were under their protection. They upheld the law, keeping a balance between the realms while fighting Lord Dark, armed with his army of the Darkgress. Lord Atem's seventh reincar...
