Guardians Intro

The massive white wolf quietly stepped onto a giant rock overlooking the scene below. It's fur danced in the wind as it's eyes scanned what was supposed to soon be a battlefield. The figures below huddled together, moaning in a lonely state of confusion.

"Dark souls" the wolf thought "do not deserve death."

The wolf was interrupted in her thoughts when a black panther stepped up and joined it. It's eyes also taking in the surroundings below. Suddenly the panther shifted and in it's place stood a woman clad in light armor black as night. Her face mostly hidden by a large hood enveloping her head. She was dainty and light on her feet as she leapt back down to level ground.

"Well?" A male voice asked softly from behind them.

"A hundred or better, Darkmist" The woman answered.

"What do you think we should do, Silhouette?" He too was dressed head to toe in black armor. His form seemed to be nearly invisible against the darkness of their world.

Silhouette pondered for a moment before turning to the wolf. "Ember?"

At her name, the massive wolf shifted and formed into a woman. She was in a tight black leather outfit. Some parts of it covered in armor, while other parts were left exposed. "We need to speak to Azaroth." Ember stated.

"Ember, we have no time. We must decide for ourselves." Silhouette responded softly.

Ember sighed as she looked down below once again. "They don't appear to be bothering anyone. Maybe we should just let them be."

Darkmist pulled out his sword, letting it dance and sway as he tossed it lightly, catching it over and over as it came back down. "You know what could happen if we do that."

"Somone's coming." Silhouette whispered. Darkmist held out his sword ready to strike or defend while Silhouette silently reached for a hidden dagger. Ember clenched her hands into fists, signaling the spikes in her gloves to make themselves known. They waited for a moment, eyes darting back and forth in the darkness searching for a sign of movement. It wasn't long before they could make out a shadow approaching them.

"Please... I mean you no harm." The figure threw his hands up in surrender.

"Who are you?" Darkmist growled as his stance got more defensive.

"I am known only as Saint. At least, that's the only name I can remember."

"Saint... you must be..."

Silhouette was cut off as Ember spoke up. "Silhouette, hush." She scolded.

Silhouette nodded. "Right... We must take him to Benezera. Sorry."

"Well, we'd better get back. Benezera will not be happy if we don't get Saint to him right away. Which means these things will have to wait." He nodded to the Dark Souls below as he sheathed his sword.

Ember took a step toward the figure. "You must come with us."

The figure nodded. "I will do as you say."