In the morning, I went down to meet Erin. He was boiling a pot of tea. He then made him and I some scones. And we both sat down on a hammock hanging on a tree branch. He then pulled out a book and looked into my eyes. "I'm not a walker like you Meadow ."I giggled " I know that Erin, you said your some sort of guardian?" He awkwardly smiled. "Yes, that's what they call us." " us?" I said. " I didn't want to tell you. But there are more of me. Representing the elements of the earth. I represent nature. But don't trust any guardians. Some are not as kind as I. Most of them come out at night. When they do they scream and howl at the silver star. I don't want you around them." Explained Erin. "Ok", I answered.
It got me thinking that night. What am I? There aren't any walkers here. Or at least that's what Erin said. I needed to journey out there to find my kind. I grabbed my things. And then went out into the night wondering what would come to a thing like me.
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The Rift
FantasyYour knew home awaits you. Follow the trees and roses too. Until you find the whisps of blue.
