Waiting....how she loathes it. Waiting for the sun to drop, vanishing behind the horizon so that the darkness and those who inhibit only it can come out. Most of the time they thinks he is one of them. It is rare that one might recognize her for what she is; not of this planet. Disguised as a creature of the night, she moves along quite unmolested. One thing the others seem to recognize is her power, few dare to cross her, even less than that dare her to use it. Not that it matters right now, as the tournament of planets is on a pause. None of them know, or need to know, that she is a guardian, all alone. Sent to Earth by her creator to protect it from the violence hungry proprietors of the tournament. Humans mean little to them, but to her, they are almost everything....almost....the ship rocked, making an ominous creaking sound, which broke her from her thoughts. The moon and her glory of light caught a brief smile from the Guardian, and she turned to watch the waters sway to and fro.
(Still new, so of course I made a mistake already...=( )