Mysterious Desert - Guide and Sentinel

A recent sandstorm seemed to reveal shiny steel full of damage and sharp edges.

The appearance of this object, still mostly buried deep in the sand, was imperceptible, but the opening leading into its center tempted for protection at night and cool during the day.

It is said that the desert never gives back this what it once engulfed, but sometimes in these rare moments, it reveals pieces of its prey, like a collector who, on a whim, wants to show off his collection.

But even if any of the natives or the Desert People had found themselves next to this newly exposed structure at night, even then, there was little chance they would notice it.

What they were interested in was not metal and technology, which they know anyway, but ancient buildings, the legacy of their ancestors.

Here, it didn't arouse curiosity or interest in modernity things and issues, or the secrets of abandoned machines, but what was really appreciated here is the knowledge about ancestors and ancient languages, thanks to which, it was possible to read the writing an antique, ancient civilization, which was plunged in the sands of the desert.

Therefore, no matter how long this place would be remaining exposed to the view for the world, no one would be interested in it until they were swallowed up again by a desert, which never gives back this what once it took and considered as its own.

For an erring through all night at the desert an adolescent with long wavy hair resembling the ocean and milky-white jade skin through which fragile blue veins pierced, finding this object was like accidental encountering an oasis with crystalline water by an exhausted and dehydrated traveler.

Mivio, with the blessing of unawareness, miraculously escaped the dangers of the desert.

Wavering and swaying on his legs and shivering from the cold that had almost completely taken the life out of his body, he noticed a strange structure, which him, as a man who from on Earth, it was seemed completely unknown to him.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to take a chance and enter it.

It was not a real entrance which without proper identity verification would not open by itself, but a hole that was probably burned out, as the young man suspected, by an unknown to him a weapon.

A slender, ethereal man carefully directed his steps towards the inside of the machine in which impenetrable darkness reigned.

Taking careful steps, with his slender hand exploring the space around him, he began to penetrate deeper and deeper into the dark space which was not even reached by the light of the huge moon, which illuminated the desert, adding to its unreality, as if everything this is was just a strange dream of this adolescent.

The interior of this unknown to Mivio machine was completely silent. Even the desert wind didn't disturb the strange mood that reigned here.

Slowly losing strength in his frail and exhausted body, the youth slumped to the ground, leaning his back against one of the smooth steel walls, which consisted of the interior of this machine.

The young man raised his head for up, revealing his slender swan neck with a gently protruding Adam's apple creating an ethereal image that would tempt many to catch him before he disappears, dispelling in the wind like a desert mara.

Through an inconsiderable hole in the steel, one could see the soft moonlight caressing the adolescent's face and the shimmering sea of stars that colored the dark sky, creating illusions of peaceful beauty and security.

They were fraudulent, illusory feelings that all those who wander the desert at night should beware of because giving themselves to them meant becoming an easy prey after whom there might not even be left any bones.

The young male stared motionlessly at this patch of the sky, and his watery navy blue eyes like two shimmering jewels with delicate flecks of a lighter shade of blue for a moment glistening with unidentifiable emotions.

After a while, quietly sighing, the adolescent closed his eyes, and on his cheeks two delicate shadows appeared, which were arisen from his long and thick eyelashes, giving the impression that delicate night butterflies kissed his beautiful closed eyes.

Exhausted by a night journey through the desert, the youth fell asleep.

He didn't realize that as soon as he closed his eyes and fell asleep, his figure seemed to surround by a soft blue glow that gave the impression of a cocoon intended to protect his slender body.

Although in his time on Earth, with his growth, which amounted to a meter and seventy-five centimeters, he was considered rather tall, and his slim but elastic body was not considered weak, but when he moved to the present interstellar era, where strength is respected, be it physical or mental, his silhouette was perceived as haggard, extremely delicate, and even fragile.

Few would expect that this seemingly fragile body to concealed in itself an extraordinary psychic power.

Only in rare a few cases, inconspicuous silhouettes have possessed such a powerful inner power, but it is mostly because of this inner psychic strength that their silhouettes were so delicate as if they were almost unable to contain such enormous power within them.

This young male was a Guide, but even among the Guides, his body stood out, as did his psychic power, which he possessed even while staying on Earth where no one was aware of its existence.

Such an inconspicuous androgenic man hid the strength that allowed him to survive what fate threw at his feet and thanks to which, after his death, he found himself in this new strange world.

The Guide was strictly associated with the Sentinel. And according to the belief widespread in the universe, they complemented each other.

There was a lot of talk about it, but what was definitely true was that the Guide was stabilizing the Sentinel, soothed his souls, and kept his psychic power from tearing out uncontrollably. And in some very rare cases, the Sentinel also enveloping around the Guide psychic power with peace and warmth, protecting him from its instability and the consequences it may bring to him.

The Guide eliminates the rising of a dangerous and often deadly for many, including the Sentinel himself, mani.

The greater was their fit, the more stable the Sentinel was, and its power could even increase.

At the same time, the Sentinel, who had a high match with his Guide, was becoming more possessive towards him but at the same time gentle, often unable to refuse the other's request.

Romantics liked to call it deep love, but was it? Or maybe it was just a usual dependency?

In this case, there was no one true truth.

Even though the government was urging all Guides to find their Sentinels and Sentinels, to bind their Guides with an unbreakable bond, fortunately, the law protected every Guide.

He didn't have to agree to pair up with the Sentinel, no matter how deep was their fit. He didn't even have to agree to perform tests to see who would be best matched to him.

Although now every Guide was protected before forcing him, unfortunately, this wasn't always the case.

Once upon a time, the world was a more merciless place where the Sentinel could force the Guide into a bond with him without holding any punishment for it, and the strong could kill the weak by taking his Guide from him.

These were brutal times when countless planets were bathed in blood, and the Guides were often be abused.

They were forced to undergo testing and forcibly matched to the Sentinel, who was later handed over the Guide as if he were just an ordinary thing and not a real person.

Many of them have also been forced to reproduce, in the hope that they will give birth to more Guides.

Long years in which it took were thorny and shrouded in darkness. Generations died regretting future ones, which who will have to live in this dark, cruel world.

Finally, when the dawn reached the point from which, where there was not supposed to be any turning back, they all came to their senses.

The government introduced severe restrictions, and everyone who forced or harmed the Guide received severe punishment.

It was a slow process of healing the world and re-teaching people how they should proceed.

The Guides who once tried to hide their existence and tried to pretend to be ordinary people finally received protection and, despite their distrust, began to emerge from the shadows.

Over time, instead of tears of despair, after learning that someone was a Guide, they appear in the face happy and proud smiles.

Eventually, it all got to its present point, but no one has forgotten the centuries of harm, despair and brutality, and what earlier behavior had almost led to.

Everyone in their early years was diligently taught about the past and was instilled in the basic principles by which they should follow in life.

Because if the world forgot about this terrible story, it could repeat it, and nobody wanted that.

No one wanted the nightmare to return, which was like an endless abyss bathed in the blood of millions and from which death was the only escape.