My Guardian Dear

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

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(Author’s Note: Since I never used the term before, I wanted to explain that when I say ‘Guardian of the –certain weapon—’ I mean that it’s the weapon of Grace that they use to fight with. Each Guardian has their own weapon, so there’s never two ‘Guardians of the Bow’ for example, only Pas. Sorry, I should’ve explained it before. Also, really sorry for the late chapter, I’m trying to post as often as I can. ~Lucky_Number_13)

A stream of blood slowly flowed down the side of the Dark Angel’s lip. Raising a thin fist to wipe the blood, the Angel said, “That wasn’t very nice. Haven’t you heard that you greet someone before ramming them into a tree?” Its eyes glittered with sarcasm.

“Terribly sorry, but I think it’s okay to forget manners when someone—something—is trying to kill one of my comrades,” I expertly countered, a smirk clearly displayed on my face. The Dark Angel let out a ferocious growl, then lunged at me, its claws poised straight for my neck. In an instant, I ducked, the nail-daggers nearly scraping me.

With the Angel’s back towards me, I noticed Pas’s arrow protruding from its leg. I hastily reached for it and pulled with all my might. The Angel cried in pain, but not once hesitating to get back at me. Once again, I dodged its attack, and pushed it to the ground, holding it down with my foot on its neck.

Wanting to end the battle in a clever manner, I racked my mind for famous movie sayings. Hesitating too long, the speechless boy finally cried, “What are you waiting for?! Destroy it, stupid!” I guess I deserved that.

Deciding on the phrase, I stated, “Game over,” and stabbed the Dark Angel with the golden arrow. Just like before, it burst into ash, and I stood over it triumphantly. The trees rustled, and Luna and Pas appeared in the clearing.

Noticing the arrow in my hand, Pas asked, “When did you get one of my arrows?”

“The Angel you shot down before was still alive and about to kill the Ordinary. I saved him just in time,” I boasted proudly.

Before Pas could answer, Luna said, “Oh, good, so that means the Ordinary is still alive.” Sometimes I was amazed by the concern she had for my welfare.

“That’s amazing! No human has ever faced a Dark Angel without their Guardian. Impressive!” Pas showered me with praise, and I basked in the admiration.

“I’ve seen better,” Luna commented before leaning over the dead Guardian. My good mood was extinguished, like a candle being blown out by a cold, cold breeze. Luna continued, “It’s Elijah, Guardian of the Dagger.” Heaving a great sigh, Luna straightened, and something gleamed within her hand. Leaning in closer, Luna opened her hand, and in it was Elijah’s golden dagger. She laid the dagger on a fallen tree and drew her sword in a single graceful motion. Raising her sword above her head, she brought it down on the dagger, and it burst into golden dust. Snatching the dust in a worn leather pouch, she calmly tied the pouch back onto her belt.

Turning back to us, I couldn't help but feel her expression showed something other than maliciousness or even the look of boredom. Merely... sadness. I didn't mean to flinch when I saw her face, it's just that I've never seen Luna so lonely, so sad, so full of loss. Noticing my alarm, her expression hardened, and she spat out, “What are you looking at?” then turned away once more. Something went on between Luna and Elijah, but I was too much of a newbie to know what. Deciding to ask Pas later, I resisted the urge to give Luna a reassuring pat on the back, considering the risk of getting my head chomped off.