
Blue and purple hair flutter in the sea breeze, as the Miqo'te stared at the crystal in the light of day. What was so important about this crystal that his sister's soul requested it of him?
"The crystal must be protect, John. I can't fill the role of Guardian but you are my brother. You have to take my place, to be one of the many lights that will protect our poeple. But you have to stop fighting with yourself in order to be that light."
John Waterstrike didn't understand what his sister meant by that. It had to be just one of those crazy vision that he had been having. He brought his hand back, eyes hard as he ready to throw it into the ocean. How long he stood there was unknown, trying to force himself to throw it away. He lower his arm, sinking into a sitting position, and stare sadly at the crystal.
"I can't do it," he muttered to himself. "I promise Tanya I would protect you." But he didn't know what he was protecting it from.
"The crystal must be protect, John. I can't fill the role of Guardian but you are my brother. You have to take my place, to be one of the many lights that will protect our poeple. But you have to stop fighting with yourself in order to be that light."
John Waterstrike didn't understand what his sister meant by that. It had to be just one of those crazy vision that he had been having. He brought his hand back, eyes hard as he ready to throw it into the ocean. How long he stood there was unknown, trying to force himself to throw it away. He lower his arm, sinking into a sitting position, and stare sadly at the crystal.
"I can't do it," he muttered to himself. "I promise Tanya I would protect you." But he didn't know what he was protecting it from.