“Solana?” Wyatt continued, “If he didn’t already introduce you, I’m Wyatt, and this is Elijah.” The two of them shook hands, not creating any spark of energy.
“Hm. So you’re not a Guardian, but your friend—Elijah, was it?—is.”
I stepped in, begging for answers, “Wait. Guardian?”
Solana raised an eyebrow, “You know, the Order? The history of the Guardians was a basic teaching when I went to school. Any of it ring a bell?”
“Yeah, but…” I racked through my brain. Of course I knew the Guardians. They were founded to put an end to the Solar Convergence, if there was a such thing. The name Sibyl came to mind; she was the first Guardian. My knowledge of the Order was vague, but I knew the gist. “...I thought the Order disbanded centuries ago.”
“Who told you that? We’ve held strong since the Solar Convergence.” She paused for a moment, then continued, as if she had an epiphany, “Oh! Did you mean the Celestial War?”
Right, the Guardians waged a civil war. I didn’t know much about it, probably slept through one of Mr. Tinker’s lectures. All I remembered is that it created a schism in the Order that lasted...how long was it again? Maybe I should have stayed awake in history class.
“Yeah, that,” I replied. Hopefully we were on the same wavelength.
“No, we didn’t disband. Who told you that?” Solana seemed awfully shocked at my ignorance.
“Uhhh,” I had no idea what to say.
“I’ll answer for him,” Wyatt intervened, “He’s an idiot.”
Solana giggled, placing her hand over her mouth to conceal the laugh.
“Anyways,” I rolled my eyes and turned towards Solana, “You say I’m a Guardian. Sorry, but I’ve never been involved with the Order.”
“Okay, fine,” Solana pretended to be satisfied, “You just bear white Essence because everyone else can.”
“No need to be sarcastic,” I frowned.
“Just needed to get the point across. You were born a Guardian. Even though you never joined the Order, you’re a Guardian by blood, or rather, by Essence.”
My head was spinning, “Essence?”
“I’ll take a guess and say you mean the whole glowing thing,” said Wyatt.
Solana nodded, “Yup. But you…” She turned to me, “Your Essence is white! That’s incredible Elijah! How has the Order never found you? Where are you from?”
“Slow down! I’m the one who was asking the questions. And we’re from Old Tenebris, since you asked.”
Solana pouted, “Oh, no wonder you haven’t encountered any of us before. We outlawed Old Tenebris years ago.”
“Outlawed? How come?” Wyatt frowned.
“I don’t know all the details. Look, I really think you should join the Order. The master will want to know that white Essence isn’t extinct, and that Old Tenebris can still birth Guardians. I can take you to the castle, if you want?”
“A castle?” My jaw dropped.
Wyatt raised his hand, “Count me in!”