Guardian

Chapter 1- The End Of Life Before

The river only flows when it rains. The forest only comes alive in the night. Time only moves when we're together. My heart only beats for you. Your thoughts are now mine too. Take care of each and everyone as one death will kill you all...

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I opened my eyes, a painful ringing sound awakening me from my rem, pitch black darkness surrounded me entirely. I was nowhere. I moved my hands around desperately as I walked forward, trying to find something to hold my hope onto. I could feel my eyes welling up with yearning tears as the frustration of being blind grew inside of me. But suddenly the goodness inside of me bloomed again as I managed to see the blurry orange shadow of a bright light ahead of me. It could've been miles away or maybe even a few feet away, I wouldn't know until I started walking. But in the end all it took was one step for me to reach the light...

Nadia Novak.

The name I was bestowed upon by whom I've yet to find...

My life is a series of novels and to actually finish reading them would be a mission accomplished. I've gone through all the bad and most of the good and I've been through it all alone. The person I am today has been influenced by nobody but myself. I have grown into a person I choose to call strong and brave. But I guess that's what happens if you've always had to fend for yourself, to make mistakes and learn from them, to cry and comfort yourself... It would be a sin if you remained weak. Or so I believe.

I'm not your average teenager, not your average anything... I am far from being called human. Sure I blend in well, I do all the things normal people and teenagers do. I get persuaded into drinking a few bottles, taking a hit off a roll, being dragged to a stranger's party. But those are not the things that define me nor describe me. To make things simple, I am a healer. Nature's creation. I am made purely to look after humanity. Though sometimes I feel as if humanity is actually looking after me...

Hurt. A word I do not abuse. What is hurt? Hurt is the pain you feel when you prick your finger, the anger you feel as warm blood dribbles down your hand. Hurt is the pain you feel when he says he loves you no longer, the anger you feel as you see him with someone else. Physical or emotional, I can always heal it. I can make the pain disappear, make it feel like it was never there. And then you never feel hurt. You can't say, I've been hurt. Nature has enabled me to do many things, most I am still unaware of. I can create bonds with people; feel their pain, read their every thought, take all the hurt away from them. I can even twist natures elements to my advantage occasionally. But I would never, never say it was a privilege. A privilege comes without you sacrificing anything. And I have sacrificed many things. So indeed it is not a privilege. Only an ability, that I'd rather hide.

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I opened my eyes once again as I felt the air around me loosen, a slight summer breeze touch me and the sun's light kiss my bare arms. I gazed up at the sky which was a wonderful blue, the clouds were organised beautifully and the sun was bright and big right in the middle. I squinted my eyes as I looked away away from the sky and examined my surroundings instead. I was stood alone and naked in a field of concentrated purple lavender that went on for miles in every direction. The strong smell reminded me of my grandma's herb garden, the smell of nature blooming. I inhaled the crisp, dewy air; appreciating the cleanliness of my surroundings. Everything was so calm. The only sounds audible were my deep breathing, birds twittering and a stream flowing in the distance. The voice non existent...

I tucked my long, brown hair behind my ears as I began to walk slowly towards the sound of water. My bare feet crumpled the grass beneath me, but ever so softly and as I moved on the grass stood up strongly once again. Ahead of me I could finally see bits of a small stream. It was beautiful, placed lazily in the middle of the field.