Indignation sat perched in the tree. Sharpening a stick into a dagger. The ground rumbled. He looked up to see the world around him falling into pieces. It’s time. He grinned and hopped down from the tree. He grabbed his pistols and put them in his belt he knelt and blasted off the ground. He hovered above the valley and scanned the perimeter. Unsure of where the actual attack was occurring he nose-dived to the castle. “ Grados We need to gather everyone. It’s time to go,” “ It’s time? This wasn’t supposed to happen for another century, we have to protect the humans. Now?” “Yes. Now. Grab you sword and get a move on,” “Fine,” Grados walks off and grabs her weapon. The two Guardians move to the war room. Indignation walked around grabbing different swords off the walls. Grados chuckled. “What’s so funny?” “The last time I remember us going into war like this was during the Bubonic Plague. Silly humans thought rat fleas were killing them. Wrong! They were in the midst of us battling the gods,” He sat for a minute remembering how many arrows he had dodged. Remembering how many lives would have been saved if he had just taken the arrows. Either way. You can’t change the past. You can only change your future. He continued walking around. “ I do remember that. I dodged so many arrows that people on earth started getting hit,” he grimaced. He threw swords at the table and continued around the room. He got to the Scepter cabinet. He sighed and opened it. He scanned the closet and found his and Grodos’. He picked it up and looked over it. He gripped the bones and swung. Grados ducks. “Maybe don't do that,” she hisses. Grados looked over her scepter and smiled. ***
