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Guarding The Guardians

6-10-2010:[/u]

So tonight, instead of talking about my day or whatever it is you're supposed to talk about in these things, I'll introduce you to Dean. He's a lot of things to me. He's me sometimes, others he's every friend I've had, once upon a time; he was my imaginary friend. But more than any of those things, he's a Guardian. If you're interested in what I mean by that, then I invite you to keep checking in on me, and him.
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I stared out from my rooftop as the sun neared the horizon, not a thought held in my head. I held my watch in my hands, opening and closing it absentmindedly. Warm Texas winds sifted around and above me, the last thermals carrying some sparrows up and away. I heard some scratching, and then Mal was next to me. He just sat there with me for a while, his purplish grey coat catching some of the sun's intense Spartan red rays. I saw him turn his small head to me, his golden eyes burrowing into my cheek. Without a word though, he turned back.

"You want to talk about what happened back there?" He asked neutrally. I didn't, but I knew that he wouldn't go away until I had. He sat there while I decided whether to answer him or not. His tail flicked impatiently.

"There was nothing you could have done Dean, you have to-"

"Tell that to her grave." I shot back, but there wasn't any conviction in it.

He snorted, but didn't press any further.

"I...I just don't get how she could have lost herself that much."

"She was looking for answers on who she was. On what was happening to her and why. She was just lost, and he gave them to her."

“That’s a load of horse shit Mal, you and I both know that. You can’t go looking to someone else to find your self worth. You find it on your own. It doesn't mean a damn thing if it's handed to you, no matter who it's from. That’s what it means to find who you are.”

There was silence, but I saw the stupid cat smile.“So?...Who are you?”

It was my turn to smirk, and I coughed out a small laugh. “Hell Mal, I’m only seventeen, I don't have a clue.” I paused and looked out over my city, the final purple rays of the setting sun washing over the buildings and sky. I stood up, stuffing my pocket watch back into my coat. “But I have an idea of who I want to be. It’s not much, but it’s a start.”[/font]
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Guarding The Guardians[/u] is my Daily(ish) Blog about life, Geeky things, writing, and Dean. I make a comic too called "A Writer's Block". More on that later though, its pretty new. I believe that to be a good writer you have to practice living somewhere else everyday, and I try to do just that.

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