ItsFulgrim
❤︎⊹𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽⊹❤︎
A gust of wind stirred the dust on the cold streets Josiah patrolled, tossing litter around like confetti. Today, sadly, he was not assigned his usual job of peacekeeper.
It had been a rough week within the order. Reports of missing people, some incarnations taking a bad turn, and the retirement of one of their best assets had all taken a toll. That old man got under Josiah's nerves all the time, but if he was honest, he deserved a break.
No one was as skilled as Tom, especially not any human. He had been a teacher and protector to many across the years, including Josiah himself. Now, Josiah was meant to take over his old teacher's assignment. Fun. But he would never say no. As much as he dreaded the task, he always followed orders, even though Tom had merely proposed it if he wanted to.
Josiah kept his hands in his pockets, a neutral expression plastered across his scarred features. The hideout was close. He wondered how many guardians would be at today's reunion. Not that he was particularly eager to see any of them. At least Tom would do all the talking, or so he was told.
Regardless of what the old man said, in the end it would have to go up to the council. They would decide what should be done about this important incarnation and who would be her guardian.
But something still bothered him. Who, and why would they go after someone as important as Mother Nature herself? He knew there were some who wanted chaos, but to try and disrupt the natural order was unthinkable. Even Death understood the importance of her existence.
His train of thought was interrupted as he opened the door to their keep and found himself face to face with a rather full room. Guardians, incarnations, some he hadn't even seen before, all surrounded the round table they used for debate, now turning to look at him as if he had done something wrong.
He paid no mind and walked up to the table, seeing Tom already in an argument with one of the other council members, Light, defending his reasoning as to why Josiah would be ideal for the job. It was a bit embarrassing. It reminded him of when he was taken in by Tom, as much as the council had fought that decision back in the day.
"He is old enough, besides, you have seen his reports. It is clear as day how capable Josiah is for the task," Tom said, raising his voice as his usually composed tone was shattered by anger. He was, of course, interrupted by Light and his right hand, Armaos.
"Would you truly think this is a wise choice? The years have turned you to a fool. He is part of our kill team. He is NO protector. You might as well send her to an active warzone!"
As they continued to argue, a fist slammed upon the table, ordering silence as it echoed around the room. Speak of the devil—Death, and her right hand, Ramona. She sat in silence, taking in a deep breath that signified only frustration.
"Enough. The rest of the council agrees with Guardian Farley. I have personally worked with young Guardian Josiah. There is no one better for this assignment. The vote goes out eight to two. Now, scatter. You all have matters to attend to. I need a moment of privacy with Farley and his apprentice—And the ward, of course..."
She brought a hand to her forehead, covering her furrowed brows as the many guardians and their wards left for different tasks. She was tired.
To think it would be such a controversial task to change a guardian... But it was time, as much as she wanted to avoid all the trouble, it was not secret that their order had turned to, well, disorder. Over the years so many incarnations had appeared, problematic ones among them, that they needed all the help possible to keep the balance in place, even if that meant giving a great burden to someone as young as Josiah.
Josiah bowed in greeting, not speaking a single word unless prompted., instead, he looked around, expecting to see who would be his responsibility from now on.
It had been a rough week within the order. Reports of missing people, some incarnations taking a bad turn, and the retirement of one of their best assets had all taken a toll. That old man got under Josiah's nerves all the time, but if he was honest, he deserved a break.
No one was as skilled as Tom, especially not any human. He had been a teacher and protector to many across the years, including Josiah himself. Now, Josiah was meant to take over his old teacher's assignment. Fun. But he would never say no. As much as he dreaded the task, he always followed orders, even though Tom had merely proposed it if he wanted to.
Josiah kept his hands in his pockets, a neutral expression plastered across his scarred features. The hideout was close. He wondered how many guardians would be at today's reunion. Not that he was particularly eager to see any of them. At least Tom would do all the talking, or so he was told.
Regardless of what the old man said, in the end it would have to go up to the council. They would decide what should be done about this important incarnation and who would be her guardian.
But something still bothered him. Who, and why would they go after someone as important as Mother Nature herself? He knew there were some who wanted chaos, but to try and disrupt the natural order was unthinkable. Even Death understood the importance of her existence.
His train of thought was interrupted as he opened the door to their keep and found himself face to face with a rather full room. Guardians, incarnations, some he hadn't even seen before, all surrounded the round table they used for debate, now turning to look at him as if he had done something wrong.
He paid no mind and walked up to the table, seeing Tom already in an argument with one of the other council members, Light, defending his reasoning as to why Josiah would be ideal for the job. It was a bit embarrassing. It reminded him of when he was taken in by Tom, as much as the council had fought that decision back in the day.
"He is old enough, besides, you have seen his reports. It is clear as day how capable Josiah is for the task," Tom said, raising his voice as his usually composed tone was shattered by anger. He was, of course, interrupted by Light and his right hand, Armaos.
"Would you truly think this is a wise choice? The years have turned you to a fool. He is part of our kill team. He is NO protector. You might as well send her to an active warzone!"
As they continued to argue, a fist slammed upon the table, ordering silence as it echoed around the room. Speak of the devil—Death, and her right hand, Ramona. She sat in silence, taking in a deep breath that signified only frustration.
"Enough. The rest of the council agrees with Guardian Farley. I have personally worked with young Guardian Josiah. There is no one better for this assignment. The vote goes out eight to two. Now, scatter. You all have matters to attend to. I need a moment of privacy with Farley and his apprentice—And the ward, of course..."
She brought a hand to her forehead, covering her furrowed brows as the many guardians and their wards left for different tasks. She was tired.
To think it would be such a controversial task to change a guardian... But it was time, as much as she wanted to avoid all the trouble, it was not secret that their order had turned to, well, disorder. Over the years so many incarnations had appeared, problematic ones among them, that they needed all the help possible to keep the balance in place, even if that meant giving a great burden to someone as young as Josiah.
Josiah bowed in greeting, not speaking a single word unless prompted., instead, he looked around, expecting to see who would be his responsibility from now on.
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