Hope y'r up f'r some feels.
My Guardian Rose
Chapter 124: Roger Maxwell
As my friends and I played Pokémon cards, the others watched us curiously. "Aha!" I exclaimed, setting down my level seventy Rayquaza with the moves Hyper Beam and Cosmic, as well as one-hundred and twenty health points. My friends slumped, except for Riley. "Guess again, bud." She chuckled, and I gawked as she set down a level eighty Mew-Two with the moves Pyschic and Double Team, along with one-hundred and sixty health points. I narrowed my eyes up at her. "Impossible!" I threw my cards up in the air. "Riley wins!!"
"Blasphemy!!" Emma exclaimed in mock outrage and everyone laughed. Leaving Riley and Emma to battle together, I reached into my blue pack and pulled out a paddle ball. Leaning against father's tree, I began to play with it. Enjoying the peace and quiet, I eventually closed my eyes. "Are you going to make Emma general, now that she's here?" My eyes snapped open and I looked at Mark. "Of course not! Even though she was a brilliant deputy, I would have no one other than you
as my general." They both smiled. "Rosie, tell me the story of the time your father gave you your sword and necklace." Ice suddenly spoke up, and I froze. Everyone looked unsurely at me, but all were curious. All but Emma, as I trusted her with my every secret. "She doesn't have to if she doesn't want to." Emma said sternly, her demeanor suddenly changing to defensive. "It's a'right, Em. It doesn't phase me much anymore," It was a lie, to comfort myself more than anyone else, "'owever... If I do
say... Then Pitch an' Sandy 'ave t' tell me 'bout the time they gave this sword t' m' father." Everyone turned to the two of them with wide eyes, but both Pitch and Sandy stared at me with evenly shocked expressions. "H-How did you...?"
"I'm not stupid," I huffed, "'sides, when ya first saw it, ya made it more than obvious tha' ya'd seen it before. Ya also made it clear that ya knew m' father, so it's not rocket science tha' I put two an' two t'gether." They both slowly relaxed and looked at each other. After a moment, Sandy nodded to Pitch, who sighed. "You see, sweetie... There was a time... There was a time where Sandy and I were at a mutual agreement. We chose not to fight, just to keep balance, and that was it. And one night, when we were meeting up to reinforce our agreement, we heard... Noise. In an alleyway. There was... There was a fight. It was four men against one, and Sandy and I didn't think it was very fair, so we stepped in. After fending those guys off, we turned to the man. He had... A fire in his eyes. His eyes were silver." My eyes widened slightly at what he meant. "My father..." I breathed, and they both nodded. "He asked us our names, and what we were, so... We told him. Then we saw his necklace. It was familiar. It was... Lunar's." I gasped softly and fingered the coin around my neck. "We talked to him for a while... He asked, if we're enemies, why have only Sandy and I made a truce? And so... We made him promise something..." Sandy nodded. "What? What was it?" I asked all-too-eagerly. "We asked him to help us keep balance where we could not. He said he would, but wanted to know how. We had seen his fighting moves, so... Naturally, we gave him a weapon. That sword of yours. We made it out of Moonlight, dreams, and fear." The blade, the handle, and the ruby...
Pitch nodded, as though reading my mind. "He... He gave it t' me... The night in the alley when the Fearlings r-ripped him t' sh-shreds... He told me tha' it was a symbol o' balance itself... He told me t' use it, only f'r good in the worst o' ways..."
"Exactly what we told him." I teared up and launched myself at them. They seemed startled, relaxing when they realized I was only hugging them tightly. It took a lot of self control not to cry. "I... I don't know 'ow t' thank you... It's saved 'is life so many times... 's well as mine..." They both hugged me back. "We know..."