The Guardian's Origins

Spring of thirty years ago.

"Hyah!" A horse charged through a bustling street at high speed, the rider passing by in a red blur. Seated at a table in front of a teashop with a hood over her face, a pair of onyx eyes seemed to catch the image clearly, though, even noting the jade token on the young man's waist. A sly smirk curved up the peach coloured lips of this mysterious stranger that no one paid attention to, even though she stuck out among the crowd like a sore thumb.

She rose and lifted her feet from behind the teashop's table, and then literally vanished into thin air, the dust stirring up where there had been feet just a second ago.

A horse with an impatient rider charged through a disused trail in a green forest. Presently the horse reared up against its owner's will, snorting violently and attempting to buckle it's rider. The owner responded by whipping it severely, which only served to increase the horse's fury.