Guardians Protocol

Chapter 1: The Human

In the stormy sea, near the easter coast. An oak shipped called: The Marry, swung with the ocean's waves. Its short crew scrambled to stabilize their transport. Captain. Finn Allen attempted to take control of the wheel and find some peace in the waves. Meanwhile, underneath the deck, a woman in rags cradles her young son. "Off the eastern coast, past the lantern's view, there sailed the oaken marry and the crew is very few, they sang of cheer and hollow songs as they traveled across the sea, with bright clouds smiling down at them and families soon to see" she sang softly, the scared boy buried his head on his mothers' body, tears ran down his cheek, he clutched his mothers' cloths in his hands. SLAM! A powerful shockwave rocks the boat. Boards ripped from the deck; water started leaking in. Some of the crew ran down and without hesitation grabbed the woman along with her child. They took them to the captain's quarters. As they ran up, they saw the giant pole that once used to be their mast, collapse, rocking the boat once more. Waves splashed on the toddler's face. They took the child and mother and sent them on a smaller and faster boat. The child looked up at the captain, and with his brown hair waved with the strong winds, he smiled. They saw a light, bright and shining, it moved, searching the ocean. It scouted the seas, eventually spotting the child and his mother, and from there, blank.

In a haste, a young man with silky brown hair sat up from his bed. He looked down at his hands, sweat dripped from his forehead. He was one of lengthy stature, slim and fit. He sighed deeply and continued with his morning routine. As his feet touched the broken oak of his small home, he grabbed his square glasses., he walked to the small bathroom, feeling the cold tiles beneath, and he looked at the mirror. He thought about his parents, and what happened that night. Whenever the thought of that lantern passes by, his head starts to ache. It's like something doesn't want him to know like something doesn't want him to remember. Then again, it could just be hit to the dome that causes those headaches. He could still feel the rough stone of the mountain on his head. He shook his head and looked at the mirror. It didn't matter what happened that night, all that mattered is that he's alive, and he's thankful for it. However, as for that woman, she was never found. When the townsfolk of Lunaris, the town of the Moon, found him, they said he was alone. He sighed once more and turned on the shower. He felt the warm water coming from the metal showerhead splash his delicate skin. It burned but in a good way. Later, he grabbed the mess of clothes, littered around his room, picked them up one by one, and tossed them in a basket. He scouted his closet, looking for anything to wear. The decision was made. A couple of old rags hanging from the corner. A deep cyan dominated the palette, and markings were scattered around the design, these were unknown to him. However, he didn't pay too much attention. He stepped outside; the old door creaked behind me. The streets were filled with many different people, from many different backgrounds, yet, they all had one thing in common, exiled. In Demiterra, humans are a rare species to find, they are deemed primordial and feral, and mixture between species is considered taboo. Those to be exiled by their own tribes and villas, come to Lunaris, a place for everyone, no matter their backgrounds. Mixtures of wolves of white and Lizards of cold blood, all living together. As the young man walked around the streets, he waved at the friendly townsfolks, the same that once saved his life. There was a strong wind blowing from the north one day, it fueled the paper fans that decorated the many houses. He can hear the chattering and laughter of children at play, the many races cooperating, a rare sight indeed. The sun hit his face, causing him to use his hand for shade. In the corner of his eye, he spotted an old man with a small glass globe sitting on a broken table in front of him. The elder wore old robes on his head, it covered his face from the public. The brown-hair man's interest was caught by this unusual sight, he approached cautiously. "Hello, youngling" crackled the bloke. The man was hesitant to speak "Hello, are you new here?" he spoke in a soft, calm voice. "My boy, I've been around for many years. This town is not new to ancient bones as myself" his raspy voice left his dry lips "Your name is J Kadence Allen am I right?" the old man smiles widely. J stood back, astounded "How-" his eyes widened beneath his glasses. "Why magic my boy" the geezer spoke "You have a deep desire in your mind, hidden, locked away" the geezer spoke. J hasn't seen many humans around, but he knew that humans couldn't do things like that "What a-", "What am I?" the old man cut him off. J nodded. "I'm just a simple psychic reader" the man smiled. "As I was saying..." he continued "...Your desire, you wish to find out about your past right? Rather..." he paused "...that night" his smile turned wider. The man pointed at a cushion. J sat down, nervously. "The thing you're looking for, if you wish to understand, an ancient stone, somewhere within these lands." Smoke rose from underneath the table, J looked around without a clue to its origin. As it dissipated, he turned back to the old and brittle man, but he was gone. J was alone again like it always has been. He stood up, took a deep breath, and returned home.

He had forgotten why he left the house in the first place. The brown-haired hero dug through his closet. It's somewhere around here, I know it! His voice echoed in his head. Piles upon piles of clothing were slung through the air with little thought. Then, there it was, an old chest, the same chest that washed along with him. Its old oak withstood the waves of the ocean and the test of time. The copper that surrounded its keyhole became rusted, and the wood grew mold. The key that once fit snuggly inside hasdisappeared along with its holder. J's curious mind wanted answers, and he wanted them quick. He tried everything he could to unlock it, but he had no knowledge in picking locks. However, what he had was an idea; if he could not do it, then why shouldn't he ask someone else? However, there was a challenge within that standard, no normal person would be able to do so. His search was on. Determination filled his heart and curiosity backed it up. He took off to the streets of Lunaris once more, stopping by each villager as they went. He looked for someone with expertise in picking locks. The more he talked, the less there seemed to be, even those who looked like punks spoke softly and shyly. Although when there was no hope in sight, he still pushed onwards, pushing the boundaries to the limits. Until he reached the outskirts of his town. He spoke to one last person, this was a lizard hybrid, on that came from the scorching lands of Ignus, the town of Fire, he spoke of a bandit of white hair that roamed around the forest, he claims that she's from the tundra, a very different place. Her reasons for being where she was were unknown, but the lizard folk spoke of experience when he said she had the skills and will that he needed. J thanked the man. His new scaly friend continued his pleasant walk, but before leaving, he gave him a book, somewhere to write his stories while adventuring, and he warned the young man about a story his people told him. The Red Devil with a single eye said to wander around Demiterra, hunting for those who are misguided. J nodded and took precautions. He thought, what if I encountered this demon? How would I get away? How would I fight? What can I do to avoid encountering it? All these thoughts clustered his brain. They bounced from wall to wall, neuron to neuron, he was just a normal human after all, compared to the beasts that wait for him out there. He would need a hero, some...angel that could help him. However, there are no such things as angels, and there are no such things as demons either. He puffed his chest and sprinted to the northeast, ahead of him laid a rocky road, full of challenges and trials. He began approaching a deep forest, he's never been that far from his hometown. Yet he wasn't scared, why's that? He wondered. As his head began to cluster with thoughts again, the road that he walked on was ending. WHOOSH. He tripped and stumbled on a ditch. It didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary until he took a further lookaround. He saw a small branch poking out of the walls of the ditch. He jumped to grab it, but barely missed it. He tried to get a running start, and he still missed it. He sat in the dusty dirt. His hand on his chin, thinking. It wasn't long until he came up with something. He began to dig a hole on the side of the wall. Deep enough to fit his shoe. He placed his sturdy boots inside and leaped towards the branch. This time grabbing it with success. However, underneath all that pressure, the poor stick bent, and snapped, causing atumble back in the hole. He sat back down, frustrated with his failure. Finally, with all the tricks he thought of. He gathered the strength in his legs to get a running start, he jumped onto the small hole he made and used it as leverage to reach up. Finally, he grabbed onto the safe grass near the road. He swung his body sideways to reach the top. Once he did reach, he spotted more holes, going in a pattern, like footprints leading up to something. He felt like his adventure was over, but then he thought again. He had gone this far, miles from his own town, only to stop and go back? He thought of returning, but that chest filled his mind. It was unknown to him why he thought it could help, he just had it, in his gut. He pressed forwards. Through the dense forests, he felt the ground shake. He continued. The trees only got bigger from there, they took off to the sky. The ground got louder. Near the treeline, he saw them fall. Something was heading towards him, slowly and heavily. He could not describe it in any believable way. It had a massive torso, made of stone and moss, witha few trees growing on its shoulder. His head consisted of a smaller dome, with two smaller caverns inside, they emitted a strong, powerful white light, like the light in his dreams, but not the same. Its long legs had a rocky texture to them, with a beam going down the middle, exposed at different interfaces. Its huge arms swung without care, taking out tree after tree. Its lights scanned everything within its radius. The light reached closer to J. His muscles were frozen in fear. Within the darkness, arose a hooded being. They tackled the human into the nearest bush and covered his mouth. "Shhhh," the voice said, it sounded feminine. This could be the one he was looking for. J grabbed her handand moved it from his mouth, it was warm. "Who are you," he said "My name is Azura Moonheart, I'm a hunter"