A scuffling sound caught the attention of the Guardian of the Temple, having been loud enough to warrant him from moving away from the gates for investigation his intent was to find the source and be rid of it.

There were few who could match up to the Guardians’ power, those that remained behind to keep watch over what lay behind heavy iron worked doors. The stations were honored and rarely gifted unto the few men that were deemed worthy-for each held a thread of the Goddess’ power within them to serve her well.

In return for such power they had to but relinquish hold on one, dear thing. Their voices. Each of the Guardians were mute, the last words uttered by any were their sworn vow to serve her at any cost.

(Haven’t had a lot of time to work anything out-but I managed to get two finished in a couple of months. I need more time in the day. XD)