For the past centuries, it has always been women that bear the mark of the guardian, a divine being that guards the human realm from vengeful creatures that wish to wreak havoc against humanity. Humans who bear the mark of this being are called vessels, and only one per one hundred years is born with it. But for the first time after centuries, an error occurred—someone who wasn’t supposed to have the mark was born—a male vessel.
And that vessel is me, Tyron.
I could still remember how my grandmother used to tell me how shocked they were to find out that it wasn’t my twin sister who got the mark of the divine being but me. The whole clan freaked out and tried everything they can to make sure that it was just some kind of error. They even tried to wash my hand, hoping it was just blood tha
