When they arrived, around 20 other Guardians were there to greet them.
“That’s all?”, asked marcus
“Apparently”, said one of the men
Questions raced through Jack’s mind. There were so many things he wanted to know…
“Where’s the king?”, he asked
“Dead”, answered one of the men in a grave tone.
“His son, Antares, has assumed head position of the Guardian council.”
Antares…
Jack hadn’t seen him in at least 20 years…
“Each section leader surviving is to attend tonight at the council meeting, which will be held in the great hall of the temple.”
Jack was the leader of the Aquarians. They were Guardians granted with the power to control water in all of it’s forms. There were many types of Guardians, some only one of a kind, like Antares.
That night Jack sat draped in blue robes in the Aquarian leader’s council chair. The Temple door opened, it was Antares.
Marcus poked Jack in the shoulder.
“It’s him, the legendary Warrior of the Rising Sun.”