Power Within, Pain Without

It was a strange day. The ground shook occasionally. The sky would erupt into lighting for a good 10 minuets, and then settle again. Up to 37 people would vanish from around the world. And no one would care. This was the way of the Guardians.

You never knew when you would be chosen. When you were, you had a choice. Go quietly, and watch your old life from afar as everyone forgot you existed, or struggle, and see your loved ones die. Most people went quietly. I sure did. I never thought I would be chosen. I didn't feel noble or heroic like the other Guardians always seemed to be.

No I felt like if I were Chosen I would be The Guardian of fear. God I am glad I am not. I suppose I should introduce myself to you mortals.
My name is Omisha. Yes, I am The Omisha. Guardian of Death. The one with the "cool dragon and the real skull in her hair, and the huge sharp metal wings."
Most people think it would be amazing to be a guardian. Let me tell you. When you are seeing your loved ones, your family, your bestfriend, your boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever. When you see them, perfectly okay without you. It hurts. You know its not their fault but still. It. Hurts.