Garamond

Most guardians had to travel far to find the object of their Search. Garamond never had to leave training grounds. He had been play fighting with his brother Guul when the young blue-green imperial entered the ring and promptly tripped over his own tail, crashing into them.

Once they had untangled themselves, he’d looked into the young imperial’s eyes and felt the world vibrate around him like a plucked harp string. Everything was focused on the imperial.






Guul nudged him with a wing, “You’re staring.”

Garamond shook his head, “That’s my charge.” He stood up on his hind legs and flared his wings, “I am Garamond the Great, and you are my Charge.”

That pronouncement caused a fair amount of consternation among the adults but the older guardians just nodded their heads and congratulated him on finding his charge so early.

The imperial, Trev, was utterly confused by both Garamond’s self-given title and by the announcement. But it was the start of a friendship that would define their lives.