our kind.
Binding takes its place in our world if you are a split soul, but otherwise it is more of an option. If you are born to guard humans then to know your purpose is essential to more than your own life and sometimes our purpose kills us young. So I guess our beliefs about marriage and honoring customs like weddings is a bit different.
Humans are all equipped with an entire soul, thus they can come and go and join and rejoin with whomever and in simple terms do so without consequence, so social guidelines and beliefs about monogamy exist. If guardians like me and Zoe did such things we would sever our binding and be unable to fulfill whatever our greater purpose was. We would enter into madness and all who were to be changed or saved or protected by us would be lost. Those who make such mistakes tend to end their own misery quickly. We long to fulfill our purposes, not because we choose to or not. Our genetic makeup drives us to do so. For those who are born with an entire soul, the drive still exists and still motivates us to fulfill our roles, but the bonds to other guardians are not so vital. A guardian can choose simply based on desire whether or not it is with another guardian. It seems as though that is how it was for Zoe’s mother and father. Their connection is still strong and very few enter into such relationships with another just simply because they can. Even whole souls have purposes and have to conduct their lives according to that purpose.
My parents are another story, a story without any pages. I often wonder if in our binding I might somehow recover who they are and Zoe might recover who her mother is. If these biological parents still exist we may be able to better understand our purpose.
I am afraid to tell her that with all the answers in this book I still have very little to offer in the way of whom and what we are. So much of that answer is beyond our understanding at this point. I want to end her pain but my deepest fear is that I will only inflict more. I have thoughts about going back in time and not chasing her up that snow covered hillside. If I had never even known she existed would it even hurt that much? Something inside me tells me I would be consumed by madness and become like the dark voice in Zoe’s mind. She is not crazy; that voice belongs to someone like us and yet someone so far removed from us all that the only thing is similar is our DNA. Guardians who become dark like the voice in Zoe’s head are either driven mad or choose it because of a desire to obtain power rather than protect. This one doesn’t seem tormented. It seems crazy with the desire for her power and sense destroying her didn’t work the first time. If it could separate us and gain her trust she could become an unstoppable force hell bent on making every being around her suffer and wither into nothingness.
As I try to focus on the positive things to be gained by her awakening knowledge, Zoe stretches and yawns. “Good morning sleepy” I say grinning at her from ear to ear. “Did you even sleep? “ She asks. “Of course I did.” I lie. “Now go shower stinky and I’ll make you some coffee.” She glares at me and then a grin seeps through. She wiggles out of the blankets she has cocooned herself in and falls to the floor when her foot tangles in the mess of cloth. She falls straight onto her ass and yelps. “Fuck,” she grunts. “That is going to bruise.” I move to her and pull her up to her feet. “You sure do have quite a mouth on you ZZ!” “What are you going to do about it? Wash my mouth out with soap? It’s not like you’re any kind of angel.” Zoe smirks at me.
Flipping her over my shoulder I head for the bathroom. Zoe starts to kick and squeal and try to get away from me. “Oh no you don’t little missy, I’m going to set you right.” I enter quickly so she can’t grab the door frame and kick the door closed behind us. She begins pounding her fits into my bare back. “This
Binding takes its place in our world if you are a split soul, but otherwise it is more of an option. If you are born to guard humans then to know your purpose is essential to more than your own life and sometimes our purpose kills us young. So I guess our beliefs about marriage and honoring customs like weddings is a bit different.
Humans are all equipped with an entire soul, thus they can come and go and join and rejoin with whomever and in simple terms do so without consequence, so social guidelines and beliefs about monogamy exist. If guardians like me and Zoe did such things we would sever our binding and be unable to fulfill whatever our greater purpose was. We would enter into madness and all who were to be changed or saved or protected by us would be lost. Those who make such mistakes tend to end their own misery quickly. We long to fulfill our purposes, not because we choose to or not. Our genetic makeup drives us to do so. For those who are born with an entire soul, the drive still exists and still motivates us to fulfill our roles, but the bonds to other guardians are not so vital. A guardian can choose simply based on desire whether or not it is with another guardian. It seems as though that is how it was for Zoe’s mother and father. Their connection is still strong and very few enter into such relationships with another just simply because they can. Even whole souls have purposes and have to conduct their lives according to that purpose.
My parents are another story, a story without any pages. I often wonder if in our binding I might somehow recover who they are and Zoe might recover who her mother is. If these biological parents still exist we may be able to better understand our purpose.
I am afraid to tell her that with all the answers in this book I still have very little to offer in the way of whom and what we are. So much of that answer is beyond our understanding at this point. I want to end her pain but my deepest fear is that I will only inflict more. I have thoughts about going back in time and not chasing her up that snow covered hillside. If I had never even known she existed would it even hurt that much? Something inside me tells me I would be consumed by madness and become like the dark voice in Zoe’s mind. She is not crazy; that voice belongs to someone like us and yet someone so far removed from us all that the only thing is similar is our DNA. Guardians who become dark like the voice in Zoe’s head are either driven mad or choose it because of a desire to obtain power rather than protect. This one doesn’t seem tormented. It seems crazy with the desire for her power and sense destroying her didn’t work the first time. If it could separate us and gain her trust she could become an unstoppable force hell bent on making every being around her suffer and wither into nothingness.
As I try to focus on the positive things to be gained by her awakening knowledge, Zoe stretches and yawns. “Good morning sleepy” I say grinning at her from ear to ear. “Did you even sleep? “ She asks. “Of course I did.” I lie. “Now go shower stinky and I’ll make you some coffee.” She glares at me and then a grin seeps through. She wiggles out of the blankets she has cocooned herself in and falls to the floor when her foot tangles in the mess of cloth. She falls straight onto her ass and yelps. “Fuck,” she grunts. “That is going to bruise.” I move to her and pull her up to her feet. “You sure do have quite a mouth on you ZZ!” “What are you going to do about it? Wash my mouth out with soap? It’s not like you’re any kind of angel.” Zoe smirks at me.
Flipping her over my shoulder I head for the bathroom. Zoe starts to kick and squeal and try to get away from me. “Oh no you don’t little missy, I’m going to set you right.” I enter quickly so she can’t grab the door frame and kick the door closed behind us. She begins pounding her fits into my bare back. “This
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