Should be us - Guardians versus Aryans

Guardians versus Aryans

- He looks nice - I heard my friend's voice, but it took me a moment to assimilate.

- He's Garnier's guy. - I didn't need to explain anything else, her expression revealed that she knew very well who he was, that she remembered the story I told years ago and her eyes widened.

- I thought your life was monotonous - she started to laugh, as she followed me as I took distance from the applause.

- What's so fun, dear? - Morgana came up behind Lil, wrapping her arms around her hips, they had a comings and goings relationship, but they always seemed to orbit close to each other, due to the treatment, I deduced that they were, again, in a good phase.

- Sophi told me a joke. - Morgana didn't believe it and raised an eyebrow in doubt, evaluating me, as if to say "she telling a joke?" But before she could say anything, we were interrupted by the presence of Joana and Theo, who I now knew to be known as Mr. Vaux.

He was so different from the boy I met at Garnier, although young, now in his twenties, werewolves had the characteristic of developing quickly in their early twenties and then slowly aged, he now had muscles visible under the cream sweater he wore, the curls now they were much longer in a bun and his face showed a thin beard.

- Mr. Vaux, I would like to introduce you to our princess and commander, Sophia Voltaire, of the Lamothe Clan. And our senior witches from the Rouen coven, Liliana Deshayes and Morgana Corey. - I smiled politely and accepted the hand that he offered in the form of length, as soon as I touched him I felt electric sparks pass by me, releasing my hand shortly afterward, while Joana chattered about anything that I was unable to pay attention to. When she finished greeting everyone, Joana was already pushing him to meet other members of our Academy.

During the whole night, I didn't see him again, although it was a time when everyone there should have fun and talk about other things, all the conversations ended up around the same topic, the conflicts getting worse. On the one hand, we are the Guardians, supernatural beings who believe in the balance of life with humans, we have already intervened many times in an attempt to stop human beings from destroying the planet, however, none of them revealing who we really are, fort them we don't even exist, we like anonymity and we intend to live that way, Arians, on the other hand, are those who believe that as a superior race, supernatural beings should rule the world and e*****e humans, simply, they want to be the superior and pure race - nothing different than what has happened to humans, is ridiculous to think that even though we have special powers and characteristics, we end up falling into the same mistakes, the same wars, and the same discussions.

For centuries, Aryans and Guardians have intervened in human wars and fought with each other, however, a few years ago things got worse again, we went through cycles where the conflict worsens, many die, we are inertia again and so on, where the Guardians have always won and although many humans die all these times, we remain anonymous, now we are at the stage where the conflict is getting worse and soon there will be war, again.

My father, my creator, is the King of the Manhattan Clan, I have already seen two of these conflicts erupt, however, I wasn't yet one of his commanders, I was learning and being perfected, one of the reasons why I train warriors at the Academy of Guardians in Franc is for my gifts to be evaluated, improved and for me to be ready to be in the next conflict on the front lines - something that at the same time I look forward to, I also wish it never happened, when I was a human I had always been a defender of weaker, even though I was as weak as most of those I stood for, but I always wanted a less cruel world - absurd, I know, the world has been cruel since I know myself, but unlike one of the creatures of the night that I met, I don’t feel all that anger… humans are food, necessary for our survival, they’re good, they’re bad, and it’s going to be a cycle that I’ll watch for many centuries - what would anger do for me?