It's been 500 years since I was created to protect the ancient forest of the south. It's been so lonely here doing what I was created to do. Keeping humans from finding the magical properties of the forest, and making sure there is peace between all the creatures. I've always been right on time to stop a problem before it happens, but for some reason, I'm starting to feel weaker as if my life force is draining as well as my strength. I have asked the ancient Gods questions as to why this is, but no answer was given. A feeling of something coming even lingered with the loss of my strength. This only made me frightened for the creatures. That's when it happened. A child, wandering in the woods, alone, looking lost, and confused. It spotted me, in my long dark green overcoat, watching it from behind a tree starring intently. There was a feeling, a type of connection that could not be explained. I approached it trying to make contact but the child flinched away looking frightened. Its lips started trembling as if it was going to cry.
"Where am I, who am you, who am I?" It said with a shaky voice. The question shocked me because when I took a closer look at the child they weren't human at all. Some kind of magical property was flowing through them keeping them alive.
"You're like me?" A wave of questions went all through my mind not knowing what to do. The child started to back away looking more frightened. I calmed myself trying not to look so insane. "Don't worry I can help, I can tell you everything you need to know." The child hesitantly came up to my side, taking a handful of my cloak in their small hand, and we walked further into the forest as I tell them of the world.
Years have passed since that day I can never forget it. I don't think you can either since you were so terrified. Now it's like we were never strangers, to begin with, but I feel my time passing every moment I'm alive. Before I go I wanted to let you know the things I felt before you came around. I know I never say this, but I wanted to say I-
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Guardian
Short StoryThings don't stay the same, and soon in life you're going to have to pass on what you have learned