The White Chronicle

Chapter 2: The White Chronicle

Jasmine and Leshin are exchanging words while walking their way to the town; Leshin is bewildered about the things Jasmine told him. Like how she came from the world called the 2000s. There are things that Leshin don't quite understand like how iron can be ridden and move with speed called cars or how can an object called television - a box that can conjure elves and make them move and sing at any time of the day. Leshin can't keep his head around the things Jasmine told her but he expects these are some knowledge that a Chronicler wields.

Jasmine apologizes for acting scared earlier. She explained that she was afraid at first with Leshin but she remembered her grandma's story to her about their kind – Annani.

"I am really sorry about my behavior, Leshin. I fell from my grandparent's house and now I am stuck here as a stranger. A rush of fear just flow thru me."

"Not to the inhabitants of this world. You are the Chronicler! The owner of the White Chronicle. Your primary job might just tell you to record the beings and happenings of this land but you are also obliged to protect this world from being thrown out of balance. And as a Guardian of the grassland and forest it is my duty to protect you at all cost and assists you in your journey. You might get scared, but I will defend you with my life." declared by Leshin as he continue to scatter the petals around them.

"What are Guardians?" asked Jasmine.

"We are an organization. We are beings of different shape and origins who voluntarily will uphold the peace and balance of this world. Have you forgotten about the Guardian, Chronicler? It seems that you forget to add a record about us." Leshin spoke as he grabs a small stick from his red shahs to his hand. Jasmine sees the stick as no longer than a pencil but it got weird inscriptions on it that she can't read.

Leshin taps to the stick and a green glow erupts from his hand to his stick. The stick grows in size and length. Leaves and tree branches that acts as Leshin 's armor also gave light as the stick takes it shape into a spear.

"This is what it meant to be a Guardian. You formed us a long time ago and gave us purpose. The ritual you performed gave us tremendous power but a cost. But I accepted it whole heartedly if it allows me to defend these lands from evil."

Leshin thrusts his spear to the ground and chant a prayer. After a few second the grassland in front of Jasmine grew a fast rate. Saplings grew to full bloomed flower in a moment and old trees withered away in a blink of an eye.

Jasmine was amazed and was happy to see that magic do exists in this world. She thinks to herself that if there is magic that brought her here, maybe there is a magic that can return her home.

Then she was stump. She remembered her grandma's story: Annai do not have any power to make plants grow. They can appear in dreams to scare people that want them harm. Or hide in grass like a chameleon and ambush their enemies. They are hunters and warrior not some magician. And she does not remember performing any ritual on others.

"Hold on. I do not remember any ritual. I told you I am just an ordinary girl that fell thru a hole and end up here."

Leshin nods his head as he continues walking. "Yes, you do not remember but you are the Chronicler. The book calls to you and responds only to you. The book gave us instruction when and where return and I will have returned the book back to you as instructed. I wish the other Guardians are here to see you."

"Wait. How many Guardians are there? Are you all from Annani?" asked by Jasmine as she opens her the White Chronicler to find the page that instructed Leshin about her supposed return.

"No, we are many. There is one from the ground below, Masiken from the Yumogyog, tribe of the dead. One came from the sky. She is Amihan from the wind elves tribe– Palessekan. There are many of us and maybe more since the day we are formed. All it takes is. . ."