Not even the sun shines as bright as when she smiles. To me, she was a goddess who saved me from a sad life with people who did not care about me.

My life was harder than most. I wasn't poor but since I am a guardian, people treat you differently. They use you in every possible way. They take and take only giving when it makes them look good. My mother soon died after my birth. My father blamed me for her death. When I was little I read stories about kids who were treated just as bad as me that were saved. I dreamed of that happening to me, but they were only dreams. My father took every opportunity to use me for more money. 

'Please Mr Mayor he needs money for a magic teacher, please we need more money for his clothes, oh he needs money for a fighting teacher'. I never saw where that money went just that we needed more of it. Going to school was no better. The teachers picked on me because I was a guardian, I had to be smarter than the rest of them. Kids were the worst I was always bullied into doing their work. As I got older it became less about being a guardian and more about how I was the problem for the town. 

I was spending all their money, I'm the reason taxes were high, I'm cause all the town problems. I'm why my mom was dead. Because I am alive I made all these problems. It's my fault. Why was I born? What was the reason for me to be here? Questions like these ran my life for 16 years. I alone, no one wanted to be around me. No one loved me. Father said that because I was a guardian no one can love me. He was right, not one person in town loved me. Everyone hated me. Father said that it was okay, that their hate could make me stronger, better than any of them. 

He said that love wasn't real. Love was fake. Love was not for me. I do not get love. The night my life started to burn. I awoke from the paid 'activities' that father gave to the town's people. The smell of smoke was in the air. The screams of people could be heard. I looked up and out my small window to see a fire. People were screaming. I had to help, these people had done nothing but hurt me but I had to help them. I was wrong. They didn't need my help. They were angry, they wanted me died. When I walked outside to see that they had set the fire outside of my house. 

The screaming got louder. They yelled so many things at me it was hard to hear what everyone was saying. When they saw me all focus was on me and people started throwing anything they could get their hands on at me. Then some got closer to hit, kick and push me the ground. More screaming, more throwing, more wishing I was never born. It all got out of control when finally the house caught on fire it quickly spread to other houses and very soon the whole town was in flames. The angry screams of the people were turned into screams of pain and fright. 

They all stop attacking me to save their own lives. That gave me enough time to move away from the burning house. If I was going to die it would not be at this house. I slowly made my way to the park. No one was there so I was safe from the people. As I laid there I thought of the old couple who helped me two years ago. Did they make it out of their house? Did someone help them? Was someone going to help? They didn't do much for me but one night two years ago I was laying on the ground. I was so hungry and tired I just laid there. 

That's where they saw me. they didn't do anything big they were old, so they sat me up and gave a little food. I thought about how far they lived from most people. Did they even know they were in danger? Before I die had to help them as they did for me. So I did a rain spell it should've stopped the fire and give them enough time to get to safety. But with the fire gone now, they would most likely try and find me. So using the last bit of energy I had left I teleported myself to the forest south of town in hopes that some wild animals would kill me. 

I woke up in a small cottage to someone helping me. After that, I swear to be with her until my dying breath.

From that day on I was going to be HER guardian.