HisGuardian.
Chapter One.
Have you ever found yourself in a situation whereby you slipped and almost fell and then an invisible force draws you back? Or you are suppossed to wake up early and someone just taps you and you wake up, not seeing anyone? Or there is danger in front of you and something just tells you not to go there?
Do you think all these cannot be explained?
Well they can. Its only one word.
Fairies.
Most people believe fairies don’t exist, some think its just a myth, legend or a folklore. What people don’t know is that we actually do exist. Not in the tiny, small form you think. But in a more human form, just with longer hairs, wings and magical abilities. The thing is you cannot see nor touch us unless we reveal ourselves to you, which is a crime in the fairy world.
Our job as fairies is to protect animals, control water bodies, give good dreams, make music, control the wind, protect plants and so on. But i was given human guidance. That means i was a guardian fairy. My job was to protect, guide and watch over the human i would be assigned to.
Every human had a guardian fairy, one to protect them from the evil ones. We usually come around the time they are born so i wondered why i was assigned to a teenager rather than a baby.
Being a guardian fairy was a lot of job, and being assigned to a teenager, a boy, wasnt going to be easy because i didnt know him.
But i was willing to do my job, afterall, i’ve spent eighteen years of my life learning about Human Guidiance. And i wasnt ready to back down now.
"I Azaria, pledge to the fairy queen to be responsible for Blake Martins, to serve him, protect him from the evil ones and the lurk of the darkness. I promise to have no relationship whatsoever with him, and to never reveal myself to him. I promise not to be distracted by earthly things but to keep focus in my work. I promise to fufil my duties as a guardian fairy without any fault, so help me Queen"
I finished saying my oath and bowed in front of the Queen, who was sitting in her throne. The fairy Queen was a young woman who had ruled for years. She was fair and beautiful, and was the only one with brown wings. He hair shimmered in the light as she walked up to me.
She rose up my hand and put the binding bracelet on my hand. It was pure gold. The binding bracelet was to connect me to my ward. The person i would be protecting. I would feel his emotions and know when he is in danger.
"I now make you, Azaria, a guardian fairy" She said, placing her hand on my head. "Remember the rules and keep them, Humans can be very appealing"
With that I bowed my head and left the court.
Immediately i got outside, i squealed and jumped in joy.
Finally, all my hardwork payed off. I was now a guardian fairy. I needed to tell Motherio.
She was like a mother to me, she took me in after the death of my parents. She has been taking care of me since i was born.
I flapped my white and blue wings as i made my way back home. Fairies flew past me, to their duties. Some were watering the plants, some were at the river bank. Our world was a peaceful one. And a beautiful one too. Trees and flowers surrounded us. A small stream flowed through fairyland. Small houses were built on rocks, trees and even above the water. It was mostly the water fairies that live there.
I continued flying, feeling the wind hit my face and ruffle my hair. I turned over and smiled happily, making my way through the empty space, home.
"Azaria!!" Someone shouted behind me and i slowed down. The person flew next to me and i saw my best friend, Flameburst, a fire fairy. We have been friends since our childhood.
The smell of ashes suddenly filled my nostrils and i knew Flameburst must have been out burning something as usual.
"Where have you been?" She asked, brushing her red hair from her eyes which where the same colour as blood. Each fairy abilities matches the colour of their hair, eyes and wings. Like Flameburst was a fire fairy, she had red hair, red eyes and red wings.
But me, a guardian fairy always had two colours. My hair was white and blue, my eyes blue and my wings were white. The blue part of my hair and eyes were from my mother who was a water fairy.
"I went for my Oath taking and confirmation. I am now officially a guardian fairy" I smiled.
"That is amazing, Az, we need to tell sparks about this" She said, taking my hand and flying through the Light fairies zone.
After a few minuted, we saw sparks, her yellow wings facing us. She was trying to make a big ball of light in her palms. She was a light fairy, they make lights, control in sun, they also make fairylight.
"Hey Sparks" Flameburst shouted, causing Sparks to loose concentration, and the once big ball of light in her palm vanished.
"Gosh! Flameburst, you always do that!" She turned in annoyance, her yellow eyes glowing. Noticing my presense, she smilled, coming to hug me. "Az!"
"Guess who is a guardian fairy?" I asked.
"Oh my God! You finally did it, congratulations!" She said, squeezing me tighter.
"I cant breathe" I said, gasping for breath.
"When did you take your oath?"
"Few minutes ago, I saw her and grabbed her over here, we came to tell you" Flameburst said, creating a small fire in between her palms.
"So who is the lucky baby you were assigned to?" Sparks asked, looking at me with anxious eyes.
"I wasn’t assingned to a baby, guys, I was assigned to a teenager named Blake Martins"
"WHAT!!" They shouted in unision. "That’s impossible, you cant be assigned to a grown up. You are suppossed to be given.to a child!"
"I know, I’m confused as well, I wonder what happened to his previous guardian" I said, sighing a little.
"But there is a good side to it. He could be incredibly cute" Said Sparks. She always had a thing for human guys.
"Sparks! We are not to have anything to do with the human, we are their guardians and nothing else" I said, and Flameburst nodded in agreement.
"Its against the rule"
"Yea, yea, blah blah. But humans are so cute, especially the teenage guys, God! you are so lucky. Did the queen tell you anything about him?"
"Yes, She said his name is Blake Martins and he is in high school, senior year and he was nineteen years" I said, trying to remember all the queen told me.
"OMG! I smell romance in the air, He is just a year older than you and he is in high school. Oh God! He sounds dreamy" Sparks said with a dreamy smile on her face.
"Sparks, you need help. There is no romance in this. Azaria would just do her job and nothing else. Humans life is none of her concern. She would just guide this Blake guy and nothing else. Isnt that right Az?" Flameburst inquired.
"Yes, I’m not to have any sort of relationship with him" I replied.
Or was I?
Was i going to get carried away by this human?
What was i thinking? Am i going crazy? I would be punished if i have any relationship with humans.
With that thought, I left and went home to tell motherio.
Chapter Two.
*Blake Martins point of view*
*Riiiiinnnnggggggggg*
My alarm sounded waking me up from my dreamless sleep. I opened my eyes to the darkness of my room. The whole house was silent. I didnt hear my mom feet running through the hallways, or my dad usual angry shouts to someone on the phone. I didnt hear my little sister singing one of Justin Bieber’s song in front of my room before coming in and jumping on my bed. She was my personal alarm.
But I didnt hear anything, only the singing of a bird outside my window. The whole room was dark, pitch darkness, just like my heart.
I got up, removing my duvet from my body and putting on my lamp. In a matter of seconds, the darkness was driven away and i squinted my eyes to the bright light. I stood up and went to the bathroom and put on the shower.
I stood under it, allowing the water run through my skin, the heat calmed me, washed me and went into the drain. I watched as the drain swallowed and consumed the water, just like darkness consumed me.
Thoughts, lifeless thoughts, empty thoughts clouded my brain. One summer, One day, One momemt was all it took to transform my life, my once perfect life into a nightmare. That night took everything i ever loved away from me. It took away my joy, my peace, my heart and my soul. Transforming me into the cold, heartless person i was now.
Leaving me sad, lifeless, emotionless and bad.
I stepped out of the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. My reflection stared back at me. Grey eyes stared right at me. Grey dull eyes. My black hair slept across my face dripping wet.
The water ran across the red spot with was already turning black, the wound i had gotten from last night fight.
I looked at my right arm, there was a tattoo there, it was a drawing of a little girl, she was smiling, and she had happy eyes. Her black hair was covering her forehead.
Under the drawing was written *pancake* that was the name i called her. I knew who she was. She was my sister. The only thing i was left with of her was memories. Painful memories.
I turned away from the mirror, trying to block out the pains of the memories, thoughts rushing back to me as i went towards my wardrobe to bring out my clothes for school. I picked a black pair of jeans, a black cotton top, a black leather jacket and black boots. Black was my colour. I quickly put it on and stared at my watch. I had fifteen minutes left before school starts.
Stupid fucking school.
I picked up my book from the table and ran through it, seeing my unfinished homework. Expecting all the answers to just magically jump into it. But it didnt. I groaned and placed the books in my bag and ran downstairs, to the kitchen to make pancakes.
I was bad at cooking but i was going to give it a try.
In a few minutes, I was running out of the smoky kitchen, coughing.
I couldnt even make a fucking pancake!
I picked up the coffee i did, and just as i took a sip, i spat it back out indisgust.
And a fucking coffee too!
How helpless can i be?
I fustration, i picked up my bag and dashed out of the house not after taking my keys to my motorcycle.
School starts in a few minutes. This year was going to be different, i was no more the good student and perfect guy. I was a whole different person. A heartless, bad, oppressive, agressive, ruthless person has taken over me. Life has taught me a lot, to never get attached to something cos in the end, it takes it back.
My phone chimed, and i opened it to see a text message.
Nice fight, last night. Today again at 11pm.
Yes, i was a high school student but i was also a fighter.
I jumped on my black bike and started it.
Malloy High School, say hello to your new bad boy. Blake Martins.
Chapter Three.
*Azaria*
The moment i entered Blake’s room, the binding bracelet notified me of the saddness the filled the room. The bracelet allowed me to be linked together with Blake so i could feel whatever he was feeling.
I felt his pain, his sadness, his anger, and even his fear. He was lonely, and scared.
But why?
Why was the room so dark? Was he sleeping?
Immediately, the light came on and i saw him. He was the most handsome person i had ever seen.
His cheek bones, were perfectly shaped, his straight nose, dark, thick eyebrows were craved slightly. His eyes were still closed and i moved closer to him. Then he opened them.
Grey.
Dull.
Sad.
Angry.
Those were the emotions in his eyes, I wondered how someone could be feeling so much emotions at the same time. I looked at him again, his body was slightly bruised and a tattoo of a little girl named pancake was on his right arm.
Who was she?
He groaned and stood up from the bed. His back had scars, scars that matched the one on his face. It wasnt totally healed but at least it wasnt bleeding.
I felt sad for him.
What had happenened to him?
What made him like this. So lonely, sad and angry?
He walked to his bathroom and i debated for minute if i should follow him there.
Was i crazy? How can i follow him to the bathroom?
So instead i stayed and wondered what this Blake of a person was.
He was handsome, cute but sad. And it was part of my job to make him happy at all times. So this was the Blake Martins i was assigned to.
Where was his parents?
A lot of questions clouded my head as i took a survey of the room. It wasnt the neatest but it was inhabitable.
The bed was slightly scattered with his blue duvet on it. To the left side of the bed was a reading table, there was a lamp on it, some school books and a pen. It was hardly noticable but i saw a piece of paper. It read,
Damaged, broken. I am beyond repair.
Why did he write this? What happened to Blake? Why all these emotions?
I looked up and saw various drawings. Drawings of the same little girl on his arm, a woman, and a man. There were perfect. Each drawing has a small note just underneath it.
Pancake, Mom and Dad. They were his parents and the little girl was his sister.
Where were they?
I moved away from the table and moved to the other side of the bed. There was two guitars there, both black. And a small box. Few books were in the floor. On the walls of his room were some words written with white marker.
Pained.
Damaged.
Broken.
Sad.
Lonely.
They are all gone.
All taken away from me.
I would find you.
Break you.
Take everything you love before your eyes.
Then kill you very slowly.
Those were the words i was seeing on his wall. These were his pains, his suffering.
Who was he going to kill?
What had that person done to him?
My thoughts were cut short when Blake stepped out of the bathroom.
COMPLETELY NAKED!!!
HOLY QUEEN OF THE FAIRIES!!!
I tried to remove my eyes but his body drew me to him. So i moved closer. He stood in frong of a mirror. Looking at himself.
He had body like a greek god. Muscles bulged, abs were present. He was perfectlt sculpulated. On his back, just below his shoulder was written. Damaged.
He walkes towards his drawer and picked up his clothes all black. I could still feel his emotions, he was in great pain.
He picked his books and went downstairs. I followed him through his empty home as he walked through the kitchen. He was trying to cook something but the next thing i knew was that a fire had started.
I panicked and quickly brought out my fairy dust, sprinkling its magic on it. The fire went out.
He couldnt cook.
He groaned in annoyance and took a sip from a cup, he spat it out immediately abd i smiled.
He looked so cute as he frowned. Taking his bag and his keys, he walked out of the house, i followed him, flying above him. His phone chimed and he brought it out.
I looked at it and it said. Nice fight, last night. Today again at 11pm.
I frowned, Was he some kind of fighter?
Who was this Blake Martins?
I didnt know much, but from the little i saw.
He was a bad boy. And bad boys were trouble. This job was going to be a difficult one.
I thought as he zoomed off on his motocycle. Surely, on his way to school. I followed flying above him.
Praying i would survive my first day of being a guardian without troubles. to be cont..........
