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The Guardians of Daldaria

The Guardians of Daldaria

Leanne Gregory

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"The Gods and Guardians of Daldaria are legends. Everyone knows that. So why is this pink cat claiming itself to be the God of Creation? More importantly... why is it showing up in her dreams!? Forced into a battle whose fighters are as powerful as the universe, Mialtros Sethelbree must learn to handle her newfound powers or watch as her inabilities destroy reality. The Guardians of Daldaria is created by Leanne Gregory, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author."

Chapter 1 : Beastly Dreams

Every night for the past month, no matter what Mialtros read, did, or ate; she had the exact same dream.

People being massacred. Towns bursting into flames. A cat pinker than the dawn looming over her.

'Be my Guardian Mialtros Sethelbree.'

Those words were repeated endlessly. It kept going after she was awake too. The chanting and images just wouldn't cease!

It was getting so bad she was forgetting things. Yesterday, she'd let the hogs out of the pen. She ran around three hours trying to round them all up again. Pa had been so furious; he'd sent her to bed without supper.

Hoping it would stop the pleading, as she curled up to sleep last night, she'd finally screamed she would be the cat's Guardian.

It hadn't stopped the dreams. If anything it made them worse. Now the cat was claiming they must protect the world. Such was their duty as "Guardian and God of Creation." It said it wanted her to meet it as it came up the Mitalhorde waterways.

Slipping on her coveralls, snapping the buckles shut, Mialtros wondered who this supposed "God" thought she was. The Mitalhorde was three days ride from here. No way Ma would let her go that far without a reason.

Especially in planting season.

Those d**n dreams would have to wait.

The farm needed tended to more than the world.

Something had torn the mills apart while she'd been chasing pigs across Daldaria. The stone and harness had gouges in them.

Claw marks Dad had said. Probably bears.

Nothing a good patch and some sap couldn't touch up. The family would run into town to get the materials.

Dad had asked her to start rebuilding the perimeter after tending to the animals. If she worked fast enough, she'd get done before supper.

Gathering the slop bucket from the wall, wriggling into her boots, Mialtros clambered out the window. She wasn't about to listen to Mom fussing at her again for carrying the "slime ridden contraption" through the kitchen.

Their house wasn't much to go through anyway!

A single room hut and the land tucked near the river in Mitalhorde valley was all they owned.

Four animal pens, a field of berry bushes, and two mills of stone. Built in a circle around the hut, connected to the river by tiny channels. It gave them all they needed, so she was happy to call it home.

Hopping to the ground from the compost pile, she drug some into the pail. The hogs were picky. They'd only eat the slop that came from the top layer. She supposed anything under the fresh pickings would be awful mushy.

Rounding the corner, she sloshed the goop into the trough, giggling as Barthel pushed Mayni out of the way for an apple rind.

Petting the hog's backs, twisting fur between her fingers, Mialtros wondered if she should bring her dreams up to her family. Grandma was always telling yarns about the old Gods. Maybe she'd know what to do.

She knew she should have said something sooner, but...she didn't want to be a burden. They were just silly dreams. There was so much work to do, trying to make a remedy now would be way too much work.

Still...part of her wished it true. If this God of Creation did exist...maybe...

Branches snapped. The hogs squealed and started fleeing. They smashed right through the gate, wading into the river.

Mialtros thought a bird scared them. For as big as they were, hogs were mewling babies.

She turned and felt her blood freeze.

Skulking out of the water, three flickering forms came. Curved muzzles. Veined eyes. Four legged, eight legged, one with no legs at all. Paws clawless but heavily padded. Starry pelts soaked in blood. Fangs long enough to put grain sickles to shame.

"That must be what tore the mills up."

Heads snapped in her direction. Mialtros swore and tossed the bucket at the beasts. Teeth glimmered as the beasts tore it piece by piece. She leapt over the fence. She hadn't meant to speak! It burst out before her brain could catch up to reality.

Spitting metal, the creatures brayed. Gurling echoes. Chilling her spine as she dove behind the mill. Pulling her knees to her chest, Mialtros tried loosening bricks from the bottom slab.

No earthly creature could make such a howling. What the h**l were they!?

A voice echoed in her head.

'Reconstituted matter. Must be from a swamp. Those beasts are ever so ugly.'

Hallucinating. She had to be hallucinating.

Floating on a puffed cloud of...jelly or something, was the pink cat from her dreams.

'You aren't dreaming. At least I hope not. I would hate having to share your dreams.'

Great, a hoity toity cat was insulting her. The day just kept getting better by the hour!

The cat wriggled its ears. Tail flickering.

'You're very rude. Aren't you going to ask me my name? After all the trouble I went through to get here early too.'

Mialtros went back to tugging a brick free. She managed to ease a thick black triangle out. Clutching it tightly, she peered round the mill.

The beasts were snuffling around the hog pen. Seemingly confused about how to get in. Could it be...that with those veins in their eyes they couldn't see?

Pink filled her vision. The cat swatted at her face.

'Stop ignoring me you ruffian! I am Mewl! God of Creation and your benefactor! I demand you obey me!'

She rolled her eyes, "You're just a heat vision. I've no time to talk all crazy. I gotta drive off these beasts 'fore Pa, Granny, and Ma come home."

Readying her brick, Mialtros crawled on her belly. The beasts were shoving their snouts under the fencing now, staring past her as she slowly moved. Grinning, she did her best to stay mired in the mud. Experience taught her that hog overpowered any smell.

She'd just needed to get close enough to bash their brains in. That ought to send them running.

'Hmm, you're braver and scrawnier than I thought you'd be. I could help you...if you obey me.'

She wasn't scrawny! She was lanky! Wait, that wasn't the point!

'You're not trying to bash them with that are you? How droll. I suppose your poofy hair took space from your brain.'

What did a cat know about scaring anything? It could stuff it. She was almost to the fence...

'I'm telling you it's not going to work.'

Tensing, Mialtros smacked the brick into the first beast's skull. It roared and thrashed wildly, spraying blood every which way. She wrenched to pull the brick back, but fangs snapped the rock in half, grazing her fingers; making

her cry out as fire erupted from her skin.

The third beast lunged at her, bloody drool melting grass and wood as it gnashed its fangs.

The cat let out a small hum.

'Now I wonder why on earth this is happening. Oh wait! I do. Some fool farm girl thinks she knows more about reality than me.'

Mialtros turned to the cat as she started backing away.

"I don't know what you are, but you should help me! These things are gonna kill somebody!"

Mewl lounged on his back, kicking his paws in the air as he followed her.

'Oh now you want my help? I don't know Mialtros. What was it you said? Those d**n dreams could wait? Seems to me the same applies here.'

Oh for-

"Look, I'm sorry okay!? You can hate me all you want later, right now we need to do something about these

things! Go run and get help!"

'I already have.'

What did that-

The no-leg beast broke the wood. Body slithering, fangs aimed at her leg.

Mialtros kicked at it.

A black blur whirled past, pinning the beast to the mud by the chest.

Mialtros swallowed bile as the creature decayed.

"A...blade?"

Something moved behind them. A hooded figure emerged from her shadow, furred cloak billowing.

"My apologies. Seems I'm a little late to the party."

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The Guardians of Daldaria
1

Chapter 1 : Beastly Dreams

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Chapter 2 : Battle of the Beasts

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Chapter 3 : Family Fright

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Chapter 4 : What Must Be Done

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Chapter 5 : A Mother's Advice

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Chapter 6 : Mountain Retreat

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Chapter 7 : Severing Ties

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Chapter 8 : Trial Training

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Chapter 9 : Temple of History: Phayrin

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Chapter 10 : A Guardians Creed

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Chapter 11 : What Secrets We Keep

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Chapter 12 : Mewl

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Chapter 13 : Divine Weaponry

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Chapter 14 : Ghirti

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Chapter 15 : Sandstone Illusions

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Chapter 16 : Destructions Call

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Chapter 17 : The Smiling Man

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Chapter 18 : A New Journey

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Chapter 19 : Temple of Secrets Hemertalia

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Chapter 20 : Who Death Fears

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Chapter 21 : Chasing Fire

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Chapter 22 : Temple of Life: Battle of Wills

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Chapter 23 : Temple of Will: Shattered

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Chapter 24 : A Heartfelt Plea

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Chapter 25 : Mialtros

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Chapter 26 : Guardians Gambit

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Chapter 27 : Troubling Times

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Chapter 28 : What Time Weaves

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Chapter 29 : Broken Bonds

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Chapter 30 : Xiathera

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Chapter 31 : Star Signs

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Chapter 32 : The Last Guardian

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Chapter 33 : Temple of Terrors

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Chapter 34 : Betrayers Desire

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Chapter 35 : What Gods Wish For

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Chapter 36 : Zeltina

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Chapter 37 : Telfier

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Chapter 38 : A Deadly Bet

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Chapter 39 : Power Play

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Chapter 40 : Alcekri Laboratory

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