The Guardian

"Rest Easy..." she said. I drifted off to sleep, the secret word chanting repeatedly in my mind, the secret word that would unlock the beast's treasure. I dreamed of the golden egg in all of its glory. It told of a story of better days. If I could only travel to the forbidden lands of the Nile and speak this word, maybe I could unlock all that I was meant to become. I could see it, guarding it's treasure. Its metaphysical pull, its magnetic attraction pulling me in with every second I lay gaze upon the gold. I couldn't look away. As I flew close, the shadow emerged from behind the egg. It was Him, the guardian of the treasure. I woke up and I was 30 years old. Ready to travel to the gates...View all