He scanned his memory, seeking a glimpse of a time when he wasn't The Guardian, a time when he wasn't watching over his city and protecting the inhabitants, but he failed to find it.
He sighed inwardly, change had been his one constant throughout the years but now the change unnerved him.
This was different and he could sense the evil in every molecule of his body as he watched the orange clouds fill the sky.
He was old and tired, his body stiff with age and fatigue, but he was still The Guardian and he taken a vow to forever watch over his city.
A tear slid down his cheek as the final change began with the slowing of his heartbeat as his body became one with the stone ledge beneath him.
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