Guardians Burst
Prologue: Lost, Part I

2419, August 11th

When was the last time you were scared for your life? Afraid that you would die, at any moment and you would never have a chance to say goodbye to anyone or hold your loved ones close? My name is Xira Luna and right now, I am scared.

Mommy! Daddy! Come get me! Come find me! Tears strolled down my cheeks, tail held still as the ground shook under my paws with distant impact tremors. I huddled against a concrete slab, broken from an old monument which once stood behind me. My back pressed against it, my hands pulled out of their sleeves while I attempted to keep my jacket against my body for warmth.

Others brushed against me, some harsher then others as they tried to make a path to the train terminal. I didn't dare look up at their faces, no one wanted to see a lone wolf girl crying and I didn't want to see the look that would be in there eyes. Stay away from me. Don't touch me. I can't help you, I would but I can't. Oh, that poor girl. I wonder what happen to her parents?

Their fictitious voices echoed in my skull, bouncing against my brain and back like a person caught between to trampolines. I knew there was no one in this city that wanted to help me, my parents weren't coming to get me, they weren't coming to ride a train with me where would could go visit my aunt and get away from the bombs.

My ears flattened against my head, I wasn't stupid, I knew that war was more than just something bad that children had no part it. I knew that people died, cities were brought to the ground and survivors starved.

I hid behind my powder hair, pulling some bangs in front of my face, shaking when I finally realised that the warmth wasn't coming, just like my parents.


A scream echoed into the air, a mother and her son, their lungs emptying with their voices. I turned my head, just to peer at what was going on, rose to my paws even so I could attempt to look beyond the tall crowd.

Whack!

I had been kicked in the face by someone in the ground, blood slowly dripping from my muzzle, hands to my face in pain while I attempted to suppress more of the tears that ran down from my ducts like rapids.

The air reeked with charcoal, burning plastic and the rustic smell of fresh blood. All of these scents were creeping their way into my nostrils and there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

They were being polite now in a sense, attempting to jump over me or just go around as the escaped from the terror. The tremors beating against the ground like a war drum, one, two, three. One, two, three. Again and again, they wouldn't stop coming, a breeze would blow in my direction after every third beat. The sound of the screams and the hell as the bombs came closer.

I knew this had to be it, my parents couldn't save me, our nations soldiers had no chance of defeating the menace that threatened us from over the border. This was it, this was the blitz that the Drassi brought upon us.