Authors Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own W.I.T.C.H. This story is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes. I, however, do own all of my Original Characters and Story Ideas. I accept constructive criticism, and will appreciate them just as much as they are worth.
In Which A Big Red Truck threatens Lives
That guardian was supposed to die.
Edward Blackbird walked slowly, loosening his scarf. He scowled at passers-by who stared at him. I know I look stupid. He thought, doesnt mean you have to stare.
Despite the fact that the sun was burning brightly and the heat was scorching the pavement. Edward felt cool in his winter clothes. He gratefully patted his pocket, where the vial of cooled saline was kept. The vial was padded so it could stop heat from entering it, keeping the contents cool. The vial was perfect to ensure Edward doesnt overheat in his winter clothes.