The massive ruins, buried in swaths of orange, served as Aleka’s favorite location. She managed to escape the bunker, humanities last, infinitesimal bastion on Mars. Aleka’s parents cautioned her to remain within the bunker, away from the hostiles roaming the wastes. A higher calling perpetually stirred Aleka from the bleak existence of bunker life. She returned every week to the same spot, the Buried City. Its momentous history, forever preserved, submerged in sand, increased its hold on Aleka every time she exposed new relics confirming humanity’s apex. Aleka wondered amongst the decrepit ruins, a once dazzling center of humanity. Red-orange particles whirled past her tiny figure as she crept up warped, metallic stairs. A fusion of cloth and metal cloaked the small eight-year-old, protecting her from the harsh grains of sand. A sprinkle of sand produced several clicks against the translucent visor protecting Aleka’s face. Sunlight washed over the visor creating a vibrant glare. The girl’s olive skin was scarcely visible under reflective sheen, muddled further by dark locks. As Aleka beamed upon the ruins, a crash erupted from a proximal building. Several hulking silhouettes emerged from a breached wall, massive armaments focused on Aleka. Two snaps reverberated past Aleka as the behemoth Cabal barreled toward her. An instant past and two Cabal faltered, sending up puffs of orange. Raising its shield, the last Cabal charged on. Aleka froze for imminent impact. Imperceptibly, a Hunter materialized from Aleka’s periphery. Her body flew down the stairs. “Run girl!” The hunter growled. Recovering, Aleka glanced upon the Cabal and Hunter, both sprawled out. Numerous silhouettes dotted the ruins. Aleka sprinted from the ruins. Gunfire echoed behind her. The Buried City, humanities ancient greatness, and the Hunter eclipsed her cognizance; her mind raced to one thought [i]I’m going to be a Guardian[/i].