The materials needed to forge her mighty guardians was pulled from the lands she herself had created so long ago. Each blessed with a powerful magic no human could dream of summoning on their own. ...But not just anyone could be allowed to wield such power. The stone guardians would need capable masters. They would need someone righteous, strong-willed, cunning… stubborn. Yes… these ones would have to do. Surely, they could carry the burden of saving humanitys' future. _____________________________________________________________________ Kaja felt heavy. There was a lightly pulsing pain in the back of her head as she attempted to regain consciousness. There was a bright light on the other side of her eye lids. Was it daytime...? No, not quite that bright.... Not far off was the gentle trickling of moving water. The wind was stirring, on it she swore she heard something akin to a voice... whispering her name. "Wha?" Eyes opened with a start, and she sat up so quickly her head throbbed in protest. Ah, that's right... she'd fallen, hit her head, that explained that pain. Her chin, arms, and various other parts of her body were sore too, but that was from a fight earlier that day... that much she remembered very clearly. The later events were... a little more foggy. She'd gone up to the side of the canyon, longing for a good look at the starry night sky. It was risky, the area was restricted and getting caught could land you the cells, the dark and dank ones in the deepest part of the canyon. But the risk was worth it to see the glittering of stars stretching all the way to the horizon. A muted clank under her boot had brought her attention to a shining pair of gauntlets, lying on the ground. She'd thought it strange... had a guard dropped them? Kaja felt compelled to put them on, and that's just what she did, right before a she heard the commands from a quickly approaching guard. "You there! Stay right where you are!" He'd shouted. And of course Kaja ran, or started to. In her shock she'd stepped back too quickly and fell off the cliff edge.... It didn't feel like she'd fallen very far, though. Which brought a very crucial question to her mind... "Where the hell am I?" The "room" was large, round, and open. Pillars held up the high, domed ceiling and a fountain in the room's center was the source of the water she'd heard. From where she sat all she could see beyond the pillars were stars, some clouds, and a very bright, very full moon. Still on her hands were the gauntlets she'd found, pale gold with surprisingly intricate wispy designs, and a rounded, pale yellow stone on the back of each hand. They gave off a faint glow. "...I have to be dreaming. Musta hit my head pretty good." she muttered to herself.