Sawyer ran his hand over the mark on Saeward’s wrist, the mark which had mysteriously appeared one day long ago with no explanation. He’d never found another with a mark like his, even though he’d searched the oceans far and wide before he gave up and found his isolated refuge. “Guardian,” Sawyer whispered. Saeward trembled. The word struck a chord deep within him, one he didn’t quite understand, but one that settled deep into his bones as right, as right as he felt wandering through strange woods earlier and coming across this injured human and knowing he had to risk exposing himself to help.
