A Fate Against the Stars

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

The Guardians were said to be an ancient race who fought against the darkness. They struggled, sparks of light against the Deep Shadow that threatened to claim the land. Though the Guardians were strong, the darkness was stronger. The darkness was smarter, quickly evolving.
Then, the Guardians discovered the seals...

Though my body is weak, but my heart is strong. I will not go gently into the night.

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So while I was on my little absence I may have made some (more) characters and (another) story. Sharks and minnows L, will you just pick one and work on it already you mother loving spazz?.

He doesn't have a name yet, though all the other characters do XD
Idk, any suggestions?

~L~ out~

Art by meeeeeeee