I gave a boy the symbol to summon me when he was three, stupidly enough. Something about those silver eyes softened something inside of me that had been hardened so long ago. I saw the bruises on his skin, the way he flinched. He didn't need the hell I would bring, he was in his own personal one. I was summoned at 3am a few years later, and was there with him while I waited for him to be rescued. I found the Academy for him, I held his hand as he cried. He covered his ears as I ripped the heart out of his father, and covered his eyes as I returned covered in blood. He kept my symbol all those years, saving it, using it when he desperately needed me. When he needed to save his new found brothers, and when he needed to relive his mother's passing. As the years faded by, so did I. He began to forget who I was, the symbol I gave him all those years ago simply another deja vu symbol he thought he read in some book forever ago. But one of my enemy's has found my soft spot, and is after my love. I'm forced to go to a stupid mortal high school, just to keep my eyes on him and his friends. But things get weird, and it seems like someone else is after both that group of boys I've saved over the years, and after someone else. Me.

Being a Guardian is nothing like being an Angel, being an Angel is probably cooler. You get wings, a golden halo, and probably cooler powers than I have like fire and water and maybe even healing. Instead, as a Guardian, you can alter fate and change the stars. You can control ice, but only in little bouts and only during the winter, when there's already an abundance of ice. But every Guardian has a special power that helps their bond, and since I have five bonds, I end up with more than one power. Probably the only cool thing about me. My bonds can't see me, can't feel me, they don't even know I exist. It supposed to be that way, until they meet a girl that doesn't have the right intentions. Until they fall in love with this girl. Until the day he girl sets out to kill all of them, and I have to step into to save them. Silly. Little. Boys.

Sang's been adopted into her best friends family, and in an attempt to help Sang move on and get a fresh start from the horrors that were her past, they move into a nice house in Charleston. Sang and Oakley have been best friends since Oakley shared her juice-box with Sang in the seventh grade, and with a friendship turned sisterhood they've made a pact that nothing will ever come between them. But can this sisterhood stay true when Sang meets the boys? •this is an academy fanfic• •first draft completed 2015 •edits started 2019 & are in progress