Literature
The Guardian
Tonight is the last night of my life.
I must find my successor before my time is up, but as my lion's paws carry me through the desert, towards the next Guardian, my mind wanders. In two hundred years, I have seldom dwelled on memories, but now I let them come. It will be nice to feel human again.
-.-.-.-
I remember sitting there, the midnight sand leeching the heat from my body as I stared up at the creature. He was massive, a bear from neck to rump, with the face of a wolf and the lidless eyes of a serpent; leathery bat wings sprouted from his spine. Never before had I seen such a creature, and he terrified me.
My eyes fell on the bo