Nothing Less Than the World

Alana walked through the misted graveyard at midnight. With glazed over eyes, she moved like a puppet on strings as she was brought before the door of a tomb. It was the oldest grave in the cemetery. The mist around the tomb began to swirl and shift and the ghostly outline of a woman who looked very similar to the raven-haired Alana formed in front of her. Alana’s brown eyes cleared and she gave a small scream at finding herself in the graveyard facing the ghost instead of in her bed. “I must be having a nightmare.”

The ghost answered in a forlorn voice, “I wish you were but I am afraid this is as real as it gets. As a living guardian you must now take up your duties. I am sorry you haven’t had anyone to prepare you but this is about the world. I am afraid you must take up your birthright my great descendant.”

Alana felt her fear grow as she asked, “Who are you?”

“I was Marilyn Freeman. I was the last guardian called up. I must now transfer my power to you and you must find that which threatens the world. I felt the disturbance begin three nights ago and began the process to bring you here.”

“What if I refuse?”

“Then the world will end. That will be on you. I know it is unfair but this is what we were made for. Alana Morgan you must take up my mantle and find that which threatens.”