Alein

The quiet of the morning was deceptive. You walked along the park path, silently thanking Alain for this serene moment. Your Guardian was an invisible consolation.

The idyll was destroyed by two men who came out from around the corner. "So, honey, are you out on your own?" one of them smiled, and the other grabbed your wrist roughly. “Leave me alone!” you tried to break free, but his grip was like a steel vice.

Fear gripped my throat. A cry erupted from the depths of my soul: —ALEIN!

The air thickened and trembled. Alain materialized before you. He exuded not the familiar calm energy, but something wild and primordial. His eyes blazed with golden fire. "Hand. Take it away," his voice rumbled like underground thunder.

But the man didn't let you go. And then Alain's rage erupted. The air behind him darkened, and from the black void emerged a colossal dark dragon—wrath incarnate, the dark guardian of his soul. The shadow soared above him, blazing with uncontrollable fury.

The attackers were stunned with horror. The grip on your wrist loosened. "Run," Alain hissed. "While I can control myself."

They didn't need to be repeated. They rushed away.

When they disappeared, the dragon vanished. Alain turned to you, his gaze full of concern. He carefully took your reddened wrist. "I'm sorry... I didn't come earlier," his voice softened again. He ran his finger over the bruise, and the pain immediately subsided, replaced by warmth.

You looked at him, understanding a simple truth: your Guardian is more than just a quiet light. He is also a dark storm that sweeps away all who dare harm you.