Rainy Day Short Stories

Genesis

This is more of a prelude than anything but it is a short story. It goes along with my up coming novel, the Origin of Dreams. EDIT The Origin of Dreams has been posted (: check it out if you'd like x3

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There are truths in this world that to some, will never be fully realized. Mysteries that, to some, shall never be solved. There is beauty all around us, but of it we see very little.

There are creatures as ancient as the sun and the earth. Creatures spoken of only in legend. Some are so ancient that they are lost to naught but dreams in the minds of men.

The date was August 31st, 1776. The sky was clear and the moon shone as bright as the sun itself. On this day such a forgotten creature fell from the stars. The moon, honored by it's presence, shone the way. The night itself parted a path. The creatures of the earth shook with anticipation and even the trees began to whisper in their eternal slumber... For the creature was a Guardian. A being of intense loyalty created by God to protect those also forged in God's image.

Far below, grounded to the earth, sat an old time-worn house. The house was a mystery. No one had lived in it for years and yet the house was littered with keep sakes and belongings. A pocket watch here, a faded blanket there, a farm dress and an apron hanging in the closet. The house was full of the memories of a forgotten life.

The Guardian, appearing as a huge figure of light and energy, sped at top speed toward the house. It didn't slow down or stop for even a moment before it made impact. The light exploded over the rickety roof and showered down like snow flakes. The snow flakes began speeding towards the windows and cracks and doors as if they were being sucked in by a vacuum.

The house could not take the weight and size of the Guardian's spirit, for the house was made only by humans. So it began to expand. The walls spread apart and closed in on themselves. The house creaked harshly as the windows and doors grew wider. The glass shattered but in stead of falling to the ground the shards reversed in movement and reformed.

The light of the Guardian pulsed all around the house. The creatures of the forest gathered near the pulsing light and watched in eerie silence. The trees, old and new alike, leaned in towards the glowing house.

The trees of this forest were not like other trees. They were not trapped in an eternal sleep. They were awake, and they were very much alive.

Trees and creatures alike watched and waited in intense silence for the Guardian to speak... And speak he did.

"There is something that needs to be protected," said the Guardian. His voice was as steady as a mountain and clear as a river. It echoed through the forest like a drum. The voice came from every where and no where all at the same time. "Something that cannot be touched until the time is right."

There was a pause before the voice continued.

"A star has fallen from the black. A light has entered the darkness. I charge you with the task of protecting it. I cannot leave it behind. I will remain in this house until the day it awakens."

The creatures and trees responded with one deep simultaneous bow that signified their acceptance of the task before them.

Slowly the light began to fade as the Guardian seeped deep into the walls of the house. The trees shifted back to their tall proud stance. The creatures silently drifted back into the depths of the wood.

But they never forgot the task before them.

For hundreds of years...

They would never forget.