Souls.Trapped. Lost. Chained.Bereft. Bereaved. Abandoned.Cryimg, HurtThe hurtful, the maliciousFrom wasteful humansTo foolish gnomesWretched creations to gentle creaturesElves, high and lowThe greatest beastsAnd the tiniest of wingsBlack ones, grey ones, of fire and coldElder to newbornFrom the missed to the cursedYou will be their destiny,Their guidanceAnd their hope.
People have been squabbling for ages over which Gods truly rule what, who rules over who, and which divine agents amid the realm have the right to speak for which God, or even if they do at all. The one thing people mostly agree on is that when bodies die, the souls belonging to those vessels ascend to some spiritual realm/plane/afterlife where they can then rest.
Trouble is they don’t always get there. And those that do don’t always get to stay.
The cosmos itself came up with a solution. Every century or so, the heavens create shortcuts called Gates which have the sole purpose of mopping up these drifting souls and sealing them up in their proper places of rest. To help thwart evil, the Gates are mobile, only temporary, each one rigorously protected by a celestially appointed guard and both Guard and Gate wink into existence only upon the will of the cosmos.
Oh, and they’re living people. The Gates, that is. One day they are living their perfectly normal life and Blam! Now they’re a living, open doorway for the dead. No walk of life is excluded; the record books are scrawled with the names of both paupers and kings.
To know what a Guardian is, you just have to look up. All those constellations you’ve heard tales about, that’s them. A Gate awakens, a Guardian comes down. That’s how it goes. And they call the two together The Guardianship.
And that’s it. All I can tell you. Any effort to keep records has been mystically denied. Gong by the stories from the lips of our elders, we know these occasions are both dangerous and revered. The legends are stuffed with both victories and tragedies. What they don’t proclaim, however, is how even the oldest stories are absent of survivors. The guardians return to their vigil in the night sky, sure. But the Gates? Not one whisper of a survivor.
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Mysti InTheSkyWithDiamonds (Mystified)
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