Where Anyone is Possible
"Yeah, I'll be talking to you soon." Guardian gave a wide smile and waved goodbye at another patron from the tavern he had just gotten to know, while his legs brought him outside the tavern. He closed the door, moving towards the forest with increasingly fast steps as his human form suddenly turned to dark brown wooden material, and grew out until a towering seven meter being looking like a tree was running in his stead. From the happiness and the smile that had crossed his lips just a minute back not the slightest hint was left, instead blank seriosity was painted on his face.
Once at a far distance from the tavern, away far enough for nobody to notice him, he stopped, watching how before him space got distorted into a black form, a fully armoured being standing decent two and a half meters tall. Every bit of skin that showed between the pieces of armouring was pitch black, darker even than the deepest darkness in a windowless basement room at midnight. Guardian knelt before the figure. "Yami." he said bluntly.
"Guardian", the figure replied with an icy voice, replying to the greeting with a short bow of its head while Guardian sat on the ground, his legs crossed under himself.
"What did you summon me for?" He asked, his voice sounding rather angered.
"I asked you to come, Gar... you never had to."
"You know that if I recieve your call on Hellifyno it must be high priority. I don't think you wanted to chitchat."
"Such a temper..." Yami mocked, then shook its head. "Of course I didn't come to chitchat with you, if I wanted to do that I have others... who'd be more willing."
"If you mean your own clones..."
"At least they have interesting things to say. And most of the time we agree with each other."
Guardian sighed. Reasoning with Yami was as pointless as discussing the meaning of life with a rock. "What did you summon me for?" He repeated his question.
"Anenue requires your protection."
"Again?" He sighed. "Why doesn't Metatron take care of the matter? Or you, for once?"
"I sure would, I'm a bit rusty. But you're the protector of Anenue, Gar. Forgot that already?"
"How could I." He sighed. Having a big title and being in charge of the protection of the elven Capital of Core Planet, Anenue, came with problems more than benefits. Aside of course of the admiration, applause, clapping... from elves standing at ten meters safety distance. "Who's it today?"
"Mutated goblinlings from the wastelands."
"I thought they learned their lesson by now."
Yami gave a laughter that literally froze surrounding trees, then shattered them into lifeless dust. "Goblinlings don't learn, Gar. You should know that by now."
"You don't get the joke, do you?" Goblinlings, probably the most brainless subbreed of the already not-so-smart goblins, they were called that way because their appearance was that of a big newborn version of a Goblin. Adding mutation to that, which enhanced their aggressivity, it was no wonder they would attack Anenue for the sole reason of letting their aggressions out.
"I'm not the type of being that likes to joke, Gar. You should have noticed by now."
"Ha-ha..." He imitated laughter making it sound as fake as he could, while getting on his feet. "Need a lift?" he asked Yami.
"Couldn't hurt." It replied coldly. An in-joke by now, since Yami was unable to leave Hellifyno once it had come here due to the different nature of the magic in the air. Guardian just replied by creating a portal in the air, which led to a point somewhere above Anenue, allowing them to see through. A mass of goblinlings was running, tripping, falling, rolling, jumping, diving, tumbling and in other ways advancing towards the city underneath them, a few thousands armed with primitive weapons out of which the most sophisticated was a thorned club.
"Let's do this..." He murmured, and leapt through the portal into the dimension of Core Planet, followed by Yami. The portal then closed as if it had never been there, leaving only a few speckles of dust from the trees as proof somebody had been here...