Guardian of the Dead

Chapter 6: The Heart of the Many, The Need of the Few

AN: Sorry, the last chapter totally sucked. I wasn't in the right state of mind, and that completely affected my work. I had lost any fight for writing, but now here I am. I have no clue where this story will lead, I am making everything up as I write, and I hope this somewhat makes up for my lack of interest in my own story. It may happen again in the future, but know that right now I am more focused on college and work that my own past time. Thank you for keeping with the story, even if it has a confusing as hell storyline. When I write like this (ie. below this) please know that it is when the idea is fresh and popping with whatever comes out of my brain at the moment. Now, to stop boring you with my apology, on with the story.

October 31, 1917

World War I

Third POV

With everything happening, how would it be useful to be a guardian? Why would someone feel it right to make sure every child in the world was protected? Not from human things, no, but to be protected from all of the little uglies that is the wonders of death? Why would he of all people have the need to protect who is not one of his own?

Those are the questions Danny would ask himself every day. Considering they weren't his children, then there was no need to protect them, but then he would jump up and into the way of bullets flying around, faster than anything he could do to make sure he got to them, to protect them. These were lives that should never be put in harm's way, for the reason that they were innocent. There was no reason to have these innocent lives become stained with the red of the soldiers of war.

Everything would slow, so much that it would be impossible to see the movement of a human, and he would race to be the barrier of life or death.

Given that he had no clue of his center, he still blocked everything from the terrified children. He made sure that every child stayed alive, no matter the cost. His needs meant nothing if he couldn't protect what was to be the next generation.

His ghost core shown brightly enough to be seen by the humans, but only a slight wisp of their savior. Danny may have been dead for longer than anyone should be, but that does not mean that his humanity had left with his life.

So here he was, standing on one of the many battlefields that were to come of this war. Everything that was said and done was for the future of the United States, and the children of the free. Even with this being said, the children that were pushed into the line of fire did not deserve any of it.

Danny and his hero complex decided to fight the war for the children, to protect them, even with all of the death raining down around them. This would not be a war for the free, but a war of numbers, a war of death. Isn't that why Danny is here? For being the Guardian of the Dead meant you must be surrounded by it, meant to protect the young innocent eyes from it. His core radiated brighter with the determination to protect, with the insanity that was made into his obsession. One word to describe just that, and it would be to protect.

And so, with shields up, he would protect...

AN: So, I just got photoshop, and finished making this image around 8:40 pm, tell me what you think?