Chapter 19

She is just something else. The typical Guardian does not generate the power they use. Guardians only receive energy from the realms that can be channelled from their core and out again at their command. Basically Guardians are conduits of energy but it is not the same for the girl.

Miran stared at Reyna in the distance as she taught Serena a basic exercise. The Sage's words still droned in his mind. The more he thought about it the more confused he was.

For Reyna, it is complicated. Every inch of her body, functions similar to that of a human. She needs to breath, needs food and doesn't have any core from what I have gathered. She generates her energy on her own, I am not sure how that is possible but she does it and with the much of it there is I wouldn't be surprised if you told me she is the spirit herself.

Serena fell to the ground while trying to imitate the move Reyna was performing. If his grandmother knew about this, he would never hear the end of it. In her mind, mortal fighting was too crude for Guardians, why waste your time waiting for the enemy to engage when you can just turn them to dust before they even approached.

Miran remembered the huge argument they had once during his novice years. It was just after his mandatory period in the human realm. His team had been placed near a human village back then and while they were busy with their assignment, Miran had discovered an area where the humans trained their young.

Curious of this new found thrill, he stayed back and watched how they fought. The young ones were taught under strict supervision and the work they did was close to torture considering their size. For hours, they repeated the same moves over and over until he couldn't bear to watch them any longer. Yet no matter how many times they had to do it, not even one of them complained.

Miran found it weird, considering how he had been a hell hound to his instructors as a child. Always escaping during training hours and constantly complaining about how tiring the workload was. It was until their seniors took the floor that he understood, the children's determination. The young ones huddled together and watched with awe filled eyes as two older boys fought with swords, watch one perfect in his own technique.

The battle was a dance, beautiful as it was deadly. The two boys seemed to guess each other's moves and reacted just in time. In that moment they were the only two people in the realm, nothing else mattered. They were tied, none was better than the other and it was as if they didn't even care. Back and forth they went until one of them finally decided to surrender.

The children ran to the two and and laughed as they pretended to fight in their own miniature way. One day they would also have the same skill level and be able to show off to their juniors. The next morning found Miran on the training ground, he pleaded with the elders until he was allowed to train. Every single day, he practiced with the kids, doing everything they did and teaching them what he knew.

When their assignment came to an end, he was forced to go back to the Isle. He didn't stop practicing the moves he was taught after the normal lessons he would remain behind to work on his own technique. Combining the body movements of the mortals with his energy, he was able to come up with something new.

The news of the Heir's different way travelled fast among the novices and each of them wanted to be taught by him. Worried, the instructors presented their concerns to the Matriarch. Oh how his grandmother raised hell, with the High Council behind her, she had gone down to the novice field and watched the novices fight in the using the technique he had come up with. Most of the council members marveled at the prowess which the novices exhibited but the powerful ones remained rigid in their stand.

Human culture was human culture, not fit for Guardians to divulge in. Everything went back to normal and no one brought up the matter again. Back then he had been too young to be taken seriously or even argue his way through the council. He always took advantage of the little time he spent in the mortal realm afterwards, learning the fighting styles of wherever he went. Miran incorporated them into the what he already had, that was his silent rebellion.

He didn't bother with the low murmurs from the council members every time they saw him in action. He was the best in his generation and that was something they couldn't refute openly.

Miran saw that Serena was straining and her reactions were getting slower with each moment. He was off the balcony with a flip, landing perfectly on his feet before strolling up to were the women were. While Serena was panting heavily, he couldn't see a drop of sweat on Reyna. It was times like this that made him think that maybe she had been part of a military group or something along that line.

He arrived just in time to catch Serena as Reyna threw her off her person. Her strength and endurance were part of what made him admire her. Miran held Serena delicately while staring into Reyna's eyes.

"How about a rematch, my lady of Darkness?"

Her head tilted slightly to the side and a nod was all he got. Miran help Serena up and scanned her face for any signs of pain. His grandmother would kill him if she returned with even a single scratch on her.

" I'm going to ask you to step back a bit. No need for you to get hit by mistake."

Before she could answer he had already turned back to Reyna who still had her cold mask of indifference. Having spent the past few days with the Light spirit in tow, he knew just how much the two looked alike. They had a lot in common even down to the same frown. Miran didn't know where the spirit had run off to but he wasn't worried. She always came back after disappearing off to nowhere.

"Can you use your powers while fighting?"

Again all he got as response was the slight nod that was starting to get on his nerves.

She was first to attack, her sweep of darkness was blocked by the glare of light he sent out. She was good, better than good actually. He technique was more refined than he had thought. Her form was effortless and her defense impenetrable. She was ready for anything he had and once again the enigma that was Reyna didn't fail to surprise him.

They moved as if each knew the other's next decision by heart. As if they had trained together for so long that they breathed as one. The feeling that came with the adrenaline was irreplaceable and he didn't want it to ever end. He know understood why the two boys who fought in that time so long ago didn't mind whether they won or lost because he felt the same way as they did. He knew deep down that his opponent was worthy of defeating him, that he didn't have to worry about harming her because she wouldn't let him.

His light and Reyna's Darkness met and in the heat of battle he couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Miran stepped to the side to avoid one of her kicks and she out a shard of Light to prevent her from attacking again. So drunk in the moment Miran didn't notice anything else apart from the woman trying to kick the back of hiss knee and even if the world around them caught on fire, he wasn't sure he cared.

"Cease this meaningless activity immediately!"

Without warning both he and Reyna were on the ground and a woman in a black dress with a flowing skirt stood on the burnt ground between them.

"Need I warn you of the consequences of this. It is pure common sense that both you powers cancel each other, so why would you go on with this. Is it that you enjoy burning out the precious energy inside you and remaining powerless? One of your mortals is approaching,we will have this discussion later."

She vanished and true to her words, the butler in charge of managing the residence was walking towards them. If he noticed the big patch of black on the ground, he didn't show it and he certainly didn't ask.

"Pardon me but their is an incoming call for Mr. Miran. I believe that it is urgent and needs your immediate attention."

No matter how hard he tried Miran could not get the man to be casual around him but he couldn't complain. Mr. Miran was definitely better than my lord or all the other titles they seemed to come up with. He got up and held out his hand for Reyna. Brushing off the dirt from his pants he followed behind the butler into the house.

He was led to the communication room and was shown how to accept the call on the human technology. Though they looked similar, the gadgets in the Isle were more up to date than in the mortal realm. His grandmother's face appeared on the screen and she did not seem happy.