The Forgotten Guardian

The fields were glazed over with ash and crisp bodies of the fallen and the brave. It was time to retreat back home. Survivors were scarce to find and most of them had died in their comrades arms. A battle field that had claimed lives and held the graves of men. Some were taken home to be buried, others were not found  or were too unrecognizable to take. Where lives were stolen too early, Fathers, Mothers, sisters, and brothers were lost, a mother's child taken away in a moment. Here, a child's parents had met their end. Two angels who lay on the wooden floor of a cinder covered home. The history of the home was not of importance as the locals who once lived there were forced out when the fire started to burn.  The angels looked pale and dull, Their wings which were once pure and white now stained red with their own fluids. Their last moments looked loving as they held one another's cheek and smiled even in death just happy to be beside one another. Their weapons lay not far from their bodies. Whoever got here first was merciless and they would have never spared the life of the child who had been carefully hidden.  As the rescue troops scoured the area a cry could be heard distantly from the home. Soldiers all looking concerned at one another and without a word they collectively decide to go check it out. Coming across the carcasses of the two once brave angels, the soldiers bow their heads in silence as a sign of respect. another cry filled the air as they followed the sound with weapons raised. Demons were always a deceitful bunch so there was no such thing as being too careful.  As they pried the loose woods off the wall it revealed a newborn baby boy wrapped in his mothers and father's flags. Marvelous white hair and when he opened his eye they beamed  a beautiful blue. The child stopped its wails as the new awed expressions surrounded him. One of the soldiers dropped her weapon and approached the bundle, carefully picking up the infant it held. "Let's get the hell out of here, He's malnourished and who knows how long they have been like this." With that note everyone rushed to their proper skill, the strong taking the bodies, the medics taking the child and the scouts protecting the new life as they made their way to the drop ship. "I'll take him back to the med bay, everyone else resume your positions and check for any stragglers." Loud determined voices answer with, "Yes Ma'am." As the cargo door began to slow itself into a close as the female soldier pulled her head gear back she looked at the child with soft eyes. "What's your name dear?" she asked as the child reached up to her face and cooed. Some say a legend was born that day, others may call him a devil.