He makes his way through solders as they give way, to the front of the line, he walks in slow steady steps, a very unusually person dressed in a shining gold and silver armor, his very long white silky hair dances with the simple breathes of air, his red eyes looking straight forward as he makes his way through.

" My lord, we are no match for them "

" the great lord did not send me to lose "

" don't under estimate the Guardian " a sound of a man hooded in cloak arise from behind

" he is no match for me "

" take this, a gift from our lord " he hands him a sword, the blade is thin you can almost see through but unbreakable, the hilt decorated with gold, silver and fiery red emeralds, but lighter then any other sword

" color of the jewels, like my eyes, I will thank my lord as soon I return victorious "

" its starting the cyborg army are attacking "

" hold your grounds " huge wings came out of his back, with two flaps he created a dust storm and blasted to the sky to intercept the Guardians mother ship

Oblivious, naive humanity. How ignorant we truly are, safe only in our blind view of the world. We are merely caretakers, for when the Guardian returns, we shall be swept aside like driftwood on the tide of destruction

An ancient evil long before humanity graced the universe, our planet belonged to the Guardian and his followers.

The Guardian an ancient species bound by neither physics nor nature, purpose nor ethic. Through the passage of time, against the relentless advances of the Kayteens led by General Leo, the Guardian was destroyed his followers driven deep into the recesses of our world.

There, they lie imprisoned until the conditions are right for his resurrection

Power and greed, tempted Leo to be the new lord of darkness. Who once defeated the Guardian, still hungry for dominance and his power, created secret organizations that seek to resurrect only the ultimate power of the Guardian.

For eons they have searched, tried, schemed and plotted in the darkness, attempting to bring these evil into our world through arcane magicks, blood rituals, worship, and sacrifice.

Little is known about these organizations. Who learn their secrets perish swiftly at their hands. Their scheming works to give power for the underworld and humanity's extinction ever closer

Yet not all hope is lost. The fate of Humanity depends upon the actions of a chosen few

The Protectors

They are people born with the gift, a power, to fight, hunt down the unseen evil that hides beyond the veil of darkness, and show courage in the face not only of the enemy, but also their own fears, in a world that will push the average person to insanity, and tortured by the horrors of the underworld.

A secret war is being waged on the periphery of Humanity's perceptions, a war wreathed in shadows and deception.

In the realm of the Kayteens. The snow from a previous night covers the fealds of Kacoma, near the demon fortress the Escaflowne

under the snow, a secret underground bunker where nearly fifty elite protectors prepare for their attack on the mighty fortress

" wake up young protector, wake up " the old man said shaking the young man next to him

Torch gets up and moves his machine gun away from him, and makes sure his light sword is still next to him

" you where dreaming Torch ? " the old master asked

" a nightmare " he said shaking his head pulling his machine gun towards him

" the past "

" the future "

" your Destiny " and nodes to him

" My fate!! "

" it is the gift of knowing things to pass "

" it's a curse, knowing where and how I die !"

the young protector pulls his machine gun closer to him and inspects it

" you never told me why you choose to train me " the young man asked his master with a concern look on his face " I do not have the gift of the protectors, I don't control the light sword like my peers"

the old master smiled as he was getting up and picking up his weapons

" when the battle starts you will soon know. Get up and look for Ian and Aj we have to move "