Walls Coming Down: Fall of the Guardians

There are many things left untold about the fate of the organization the Guardians.

Who exactly are they? Why are they hunting demons? Why does it seem that their work never shows up in a prominent manner?

These questions have yet to be answered, and may be handled so by telling this story. This shall illustrate the time from the end of a warrior's plan for peace and the surfacing of a great empire that shall be diminished. It starts on a day that was restless, and it felt that battle was being planned...

Chapter One: Results of "Peace"
It was cloudy.

The sky was smeared in a whitish gray, covering the world in sadness. The sky was grieving, possibly foreshadowing an event that would be the downfall of something. Or somebody.

These clouds were hanging over a city, one that had been created in less than a week, and one that had the strongest force of fighters assembled in a long, long time. The main streets were still busy, even though it looked to rain within minutes. Vendors selling goods, from fruit to clothing to weapons, yelling at the top of their lungs. He didn't really like it.

Ean Eromalc, Second Captain of the Guardians, flipped up the collar of his jacket. It was cold. Somehow, even his personality shivered.

Which was a foreboding thing, as he was the ice master.

He walked towards the large, blackish sky scraper in the back of the city, slowly moving towards it as he looked around to see if the others had already gotten there or if he was the last one to arrive. He hoped not. James would kick his ass later if he was late.

As he reached halfway, it began to rain, very lightly, a mist falling from the sky. He ignored it and the coldness it brough until he got to the building. It was pouring when he walked under the canopy of the entrance.

God, he hated rain.

He immediately walked past the security guards and the secretaries, as they all knew his face, and the expression it held right now said "Talk to me and I will fucking rip off your head and-"...well, you get the idea.

He stepped into the lift, which smoothly went up to the thirtieth floor, the conference room. He stepped up to the door, which had a blue tinge to it, almost glowing. This barrier annoyed him, he had no idea why James put it in place, and he didn't know why he had to protect the fifteen most powerful fighters on the continent. Gah, he was ticked so badly.

Since the barrier only dissipated in the presence of a Guardians' symbol, Ean pulled off his jacket, and lifted up his shirt, revealing the tattoo the size of a softball on his left pectoral. The symbol glowed a slight orange, and the barrier disappeared. Suddenly shouting could be heard through the door. Oh. That's why it's there.

He stepped in, and the yelling was even louder. Gaston and Emmz were arguing again. What now?

James looked up from observing th two fight, and said "Oh, Ean, so happy to see you could come! Now, would you kindly separate these two for me?"

Evil bastard. He knew that when Gaston and Emmz got in a fight, property damage was to ensue. And many men had once tried to break up these fights. They failed. Ean assumed this was James' punishment, but he remained apathetic towards his superior. He stepped between Emmz and Gaston, both holding fists up, and stopped them both. Cold.

Which could be taken in a literal sense, as he froze their hands to his own.

He spoke lowly and in a serious tone, "Sit. Down. Both of you."

These words, despite often not changing anything, gave off an aura that made Emmz cringe and Gaston break his hand out of the ice and huff over to his seat, Emmz following suit. Ean soon sat down next to Gaston, and he listened to James, who, after waiting for the three to sit down, stood up to address the fifteen present. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I have called you here to this conference today for a fairly important reason. As you all know, recently a plan was executed by a man named Seireitou Hyuuga, who at one time had complete control over the world. We escaped this, and returned when it died down. In our absence, demons have popped up in numerous areas far more quickly, and we're really behind. But, this is not the only reason you are sitting here," he said, sitting down and pressing a button on the large table the fifteen were sitting around. The table began to glow itself, a dim light that shaped and foremd until it was a map of the world. It zoomed in on the land of the Sun, and dots showed up in various places.

A voice spoke up, "Why are there seven dots?" said Scarr, almost innocently asking an obvious question.

When James looked at Scarr, he was grinning, but when he noticed James' eyes on him he sobered up quickly enough.

"These dots represent seven distinct energy signatures, as tracked and labeled by the R 'n D department. I would assume someone here knows what these dots are?" said the leader.

The thirteenth captain, Hollis, spoke up. "They represent the energy signatures of...reincarnations..." he said.

"Yes, Mister Stenart. These are the seven reincarnations of seven star demons that have been defeated in the past. These only occur very rarely, and the fact that all seven are out at once means something strange is going on. I would assume that the one Scarr has told us about is behind this, So I think that setting up a team for tracking this man is in order. Now, What say you, my captains?"

Jenifer Follman, the fourth captain, spoke first, "I think that a search team is not necessary. We should stay here, defend our respective bases, and take care of the reincarnates one by one," she said, calmly why looking at the map on the table.

"But that would mean they could gang up on us," said Ean. "Assuming they're more powerful than regular seven stars, we'd be screwed if we were caught in a corner, split up," he said while messing around with the numerous controls on his mask.

"I say we go get 'em," chimed in Lydean, the twelfth. "We could take them down if we go by at least groups of two. We have more than enough for that," she said, counting the number of dots.

"Eh, I don't think that's a good idea either, Lydean. We should rather keep together, with a single base as an operation center, and attack from there. Take out those who're the closest to the bases, and eventually we're done," said Wasa, the fourteenth. "We could take them out as effectively as your plan, and still keep them from getting anywhere."

James held up his hand, signaling to everybody present that the debate was over. He sat back down, and continued to speak: "My decision is that we send fairly small groups of captains, about five or six, to posts around where there are more than two within a certain area. Take them down one by one, but do whatever it takes to keep the bases from receiving any damage or casualties. Now, go and extreminate some zombies..." he said, sitting back down as the other fifteen walked out.

Hmm...This situation is very dangerous...Seven reincarnations at once, and only fifteen captains to fight them...great...

James got up and walked out of the room, pondering the situation. He saw an end to it. He didn't like it.