The Guardians of Daldaria

matter what Mialtros read, did, o

rsting into flames. A cat pinker

ian Mialtros

kept going after she was awake too. The

e hogs out of the pen. She ran around three hours trying to round them a

curled up to sleep last night, she'd final

iming they must protect the world. Such was their duty as "Guardian and God of Cr

d who this supposed "God" thought she was. The Mitalhorde was three da

in planti

reams would

tended to more

she'd been chasing pigs across Daldaria.

d had said. P

ouldn't touch up. The family would

meter after tending to the animals. If she wor

os clambered out the window. She wasn't about to listen to Mom fussing at

n't much to go

tucked near the river in Mitalh

uilt in a circle around the hut, connected to the river by tiny chan

. The hogs were picky. They'd only eat the slop that came from the top l

into the trough, giggling as Barthel pus

ondered if she should bring her dreams up to her family. Grandma was

ant to be a burden. They were just silly dreams. There was so much

it true. If this God of C

d started fleeing. They smashed right

d them. For as big as they we

nd felt her

. Four legged, eight legged, one with no legs at all. Paws clawless but heavily pad

e what tore

. Teeth glimmered as the beasts tore it piece by piece. She leapt over the fence.

her spine as she dove behind the mill. Pulling her knees to h

d make such a howling. W

choed in

st be from a swamp. Those

She had to be

f...jelly or something, was

st I hope not. I would hate

insulting her. The day just k

ed its ears. T

ask me my name? After all the trouble

e managed to ease a thick black triangle out.

ngly confused about how to get in. Could it be...th

ision. The cat sw

am Mewl! God of Creation and your

I've no time to talk all crazy. I gotta drive off

ts under the fencing now, staring past her as she slowly moved. Grinning, she did her

enough to bash their brains in.

er than I thought you'd be. I c

he was lanky! Wait, t

hat are you? How droll. I suppose your

ng anything? It could stuff it.

you it's not

and thrashed wildly, spraying blood every which way. She wrenched to pull th

fire erupted

bloody drool melting grass an

et out a

ng. Oh wait! I do. Some fool farm girl thi

the cat as she st

t you should help me! These th

, kicking his paws in th

os. What was it you said? Those d**n dreams c

f

e me all you want later, right now

o run and

ready

did

he wood. Body slithering

s kicke

st, pinning the beast t

ed bile as the c

.bla

hooded figure emerged from her

ems I'm a little