Screams and gunfire.. the taste of smoke and burning flesh in the air..

Its that dream again.. 

I had it a few times over the years.. but this time.. it was bad.. the smells where stronger, the screams and horrors.. everything was intensified by ten.  

The thing is.. i could not tell anyone about this.. that the dream had returned.. they would think that i was insane! Again...

Im standing on the edge of a forest, with a great field, yellow with corn stretches out in front of me. The forest is the same as always.. green and flourishing, birds singing and flying from tree to tree.. it would have been lovely, if it wasnt for the gunfire and screams closing in on me from behind.. 

I turn around and several people in different kinds of rags run past me and out on the open field behind me.. then, soldiers.. german soldiers.. or at least thats what i have guessed from their uniforms.. They are all dressed for combat, screaming orders to eachother.. ignoring me, but focusing on the other guys in rags.. but then it changes.. like it always does.. 

One soldier, obviously one of their leaders fixes his eyes on me, shouts something in german and starts running towards him.. several other soldiers join him and i scream as fear takes control over me and people drop dead around me from the soldiers gunfire.

Then someones at my side, grabbing my hand and dragging me with them.. He is different.. the man dragging me along.. he is dressed in rags, like the rest of them but they are different.. not to old, but not to new.. he is or was a prisoner, of that im sure.. but thats all i know. His head is shaved, he has no shoes and the only other thing i can see, is an old ring on the hand that is holding mine.. and for a moment all i can focus on is the ring, but then the sound of gunfire and the screams returns and we break through the tree line and continue to run through the cornfield. 

We jump over corpses, and dive past others who are locked in combat with the soldiers.. he has super reflexes, but little me with my small legs got no chance.. and as another corpse falls in our way i trip and for a moment his hand slips. 

As i hit the ground, im terrified.. but i still turn around. I want to scream, but im to afraid.. the soldiers are pointing their guns straight at me, but just as they pull the trigger the man who saved me jumps in front of me. I finally see his face, but there is nothing out of the ordinary.. green, tired eyes meet mine and he smiles even though i can see it hurts him. 

Then he takes my hands and looks me into my eyes as he drops something into mine.. its his ring. He keeps my gaze fixed at him, even though the soldiers are screaming orders at us behind him. But he blocks my view. 

He tries to say something, but he has trouble breathing but then he manages one word.. and one word only:

'' Run'' 

And thats what i do.. or at least try to. But as i get up and try to run, im cornered by another soldier who only looks at me once before he fires his gun.

And thats when i wake up with a scream. 

Im in my bed.. my bed.. home.. I try to slow my breath and listen for sounds.. right.. my parents are not home.. 

'' May? Are you alright up there?'' 

I curse.. i forgot.. my grandmothers babysitting me while my parents are gone.. im not a child anymore.. im almost 18 but they still believed i couldnt take care of myself. 

I can hear my grandmother moving up the stairs now, and then she's standing there in my doorway looking at me, worried. My grandmother is the typical image of a normal, old lady but she is as energetic as a 20 year old. Her green eyes, same color as mine look straight at me. Not just at me, but straight through me.. she has this look that makes it impossible to lie to her.

''You had that dream again didnt you?'' She asks quietly... i just nod. She sighs and shuffles over the floor to me. She sits down at my bed and looks out of the window in my room. She's quiet for a few second before she turns her attention to me again. She reaches out and grabs my hand. 

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'' Tell me what happened, do not leave anything out.. no matter how many times you told me about it.. it helps to talk about it'' She says and smiles at me. I sigh and start talking. She is right of course.. she is always right.. i have told her the same story way to many times, but everytime i have the dream she wants me to tell her about it. So i start talking, all the time while watching her. At some point her experssion changes. And when im done, she is not even looking at me. 

'' Grandma, whats wrong?'' I ask. She shakes her head, and looks at me. '' You did'nt notice did you?'' I shake my head.. '' May.. the dream that you have had so many times, its always the same one.. but this time it changed.. Not in a big way, only some minor details.. and that means only one thing'' The last part she whispers.. I look at her, a little scared and nervously i brush away a strand of blond hair that has escaped from the braid i sleep with. Suddently my grandmother stands up and walks towards the door, then she turns to me and reaches out a hand. '' Well.. come on dear! We have to get going!'' She shouts at me and laughs. I look at her puzzled, but i get up and put on a jacket over my pj's. '' What are you talking about grandma, its like four in the morning! Where are we going?'' I ask as i follow her downstairs. She doesnt answer, and just leads me out of the front door. 

Its still dark outside, we live a little bit of the main road on this old farm. And thats were she's leading me.. towards the barn. '' Why are you taking me to the barn?'' Still no answer. From her pocket, my grandmother pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the main door. We walk into the dark barn, and i continue to follow her through another door and then we stop in front of the old workshop. The door was always locked.. i had never even been in there.. my father always used to say it was unsafe, that the wooden floor was to rotten.. i did not know that my grandmother was the one with the key! As she slowly unlocks the door, she turns to me and smiles.

'' You're gonna love this, May.. This is where it all starts'' She says and opens the door, and my jaw almost hits the floor. 

There is one thing that everyone knows about me.. I love books, and i love to read.. so when i saw that behind the locked door, there was a library.. i didnt really know how to react. 

It.. was.. huge!

It was almost like a complete study with a massive wooden desk in one corner, and along the rest of the walls there were huge bookshelfs almost as tall as the building itself. I look around, a little stunned. '' How is this possible?'' I ask, the rooms proportions do not seem to fit with the size of the building. Its just to huge. My grandmother stops in front of the wooden desk and turns to face me. She walks with a cane these days, and in a dramatic gesture she thrusts out her hands and laughs. '' Welcome to our familys most trusted secret, my dear! This is the main office of the time guardians'' She explains. I look at her with big eyes. '' Wait.. what? Time guardians? What are you talking about grandma?'' I ask confused. She smiles and pulls a ring of her finger and shows it to me. I take a step closer but i step back again as soon as i recognize it. 

The ring in my grandmothers hand... is the same ring as the one i saw in my dreams. How is that even possible? 

'' I believe that i have some explaining to do'' My grandmother says, and sits down in the chair behind the desk. She motions for me to take a seat to, but i rather want to walk around a little bit. Im dizzy.. my head hurts.. it is as if something wants to force its way to the front of my memory, but my whole body fights it. 

I walk towards one of the bookshelfs and without thinking, i start to scan the titles as my grandmother starts to explain. 

'' First of all May, there is one essential thing you have to understand... The events that take place in that dream you always have? They really happened... what you saw was the start of our familys journey.. the day that prisoner gave our ancestor this ring.. was the day we started our duty as time guardians.'' She holds up the ring so i can see it before she continues. ''The nazis had an own secret agency that specialized in securing supernatural objects that could aid nazi germany in its war.. And this ring, was one of their most prized properties... until one day, a man with the name Olaf Svekola stole it.. He kept it, and managed to keep it out of harms way until the day he died.. But what Olaf did not know was that this ring had a twin! Made from the same, weird metal.. with the same writings! And in the right hands.. the ring made the bearer able to travel back in time to specific events to either change or keep history going'' 

'' So the ring can give us the opportunity to travel backwards in time?'' I ask.. My grandmother nods before she continues. '' The nazis wanted to use their ring to change the course of history to their own advantage.. The allied countries could not let this happend! And so our ancestor became the first time guardian.. their mission was simple.. first they figured out a way to tell when the nazis used their ring, and then they travelled back themselves to stop the nazis in their tracks''  She explained.. At this point i actually had to sit down.. this was to much. There was a seating area in the middle of the corner, around this pedestal with a large book resting on it. As i sit down in one of the leather chairs i point at the pedestal.                                    

'' Is that how we track the others?'' I ask. My grandmother nods, and smiles. '' Very observant, my dear. Yes.. everytime another being travels by using the other ring, the time and the event..'' She answers. '' But why am i here?'' I ask, a little sceptical. My grandmother smiles at me, walks over and puts a hand on my shoulder. 

'' Because.. my dear granddaughter... i am starting to become old.. and as the only heir in the family who has actually had that dream.. you are the next time guardian! The dream marks that you are old enough to start your training!'' 

And this.. is where it all starts to go wrong.