In the stillness of the night, under the light of the stars, a deity began her work. 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 up on their own. ...But not just anyone could be allowed to wield such power. The six stone guardians would need six capable masters. They would need someone righteous, strong-willed, cunning, smart… stubborn. Yes… these ones would have to do. Surely, they could carry the burden of saving humanitys' future. ___________________________________________________________________________________ "Fuck! ...Damn that stings," Kaja muttered a few more choice words under her breath as she wiped the damp cloth over the fresh cut on her arm. The nerve of that guy, pulling a dagger out in a fist fight. Well at least he got what he deserved... his face in the dirt. After bandaging the wound with a clean piece of cloth, Kaja checked her reflection in the mirror. She spotted a bruise on her jaw but other than that there were just a few scrapes here and there. Even so, it would be enough evidence for her mother to notice and Kaja could already hear the lecture buzzing in her ears, and imagine the disappointment in those eyes. The ones that, even without words, asked her why she couldn't be more like her brother was.... Kaja sighed. She hated when her thoughts went to him, it really put her mind in a bad way.... But, she had a special place for burning off her bad moods. It was evening by the time Kaja reached the top of the canyon cliff that hid Wayra. Only official Watchers were suppose to be up here, to watch the horizon for giants. Getting caught could land her in a huge world of trouble, but the risk was worth it if it meant a good look at the sky. It was so easy forget it was more than a fissure between the rock walls. She wondered if all those sparkling lights stretched out forever, or if they ended at the horizon.... "Hey you! What do you think you're doing up here?!" The voice broke her thoughts and she noticed a guard coming her way. "Oh damn, gotta go," Kaja muttered to herself as tried to quickly make her way back down the way she climbed up, ignoring the guard's commands to stop. In her haste, her foot slipped and down she fell, crashing through the roof of an empty old shack. "Fucking.... owww," Kaja rolled off her aching back and tried to get on her feet. The guards couldn't be that far away and she would need to get going if she wanted t---. She failed to finish her thought as she noticed something reflecting moonlight from the freshly made hole in the shack's roof. A pair of gauntlets.... She couldn't understand why a dusty old pair of metal gloves held her attention when she should be running. She also couldn't understand what drove her to reach out and slip them on, as if they were meant to be her's all along. "Wh-... what?" The stomping of encroaching guards was gone, replaced by the sound of wind and the gentle trickle of running water. Kaja stood in what looked like an open chamber of a palace from a fairy tale. In the center was a flat fountain, and all around, tall openings revealed the outside sea of clouds that began where the floating land ended. "How... what... Where the hell AM I!?"