The GuardianA Word Forge once told me, "I give unto you, a guardian spirit."My nightmares were corrupting my mind, my soul being devoured."A black bear with green eyes and runic knot works of the ancients carved upon his shoulders," he said.I had lost all hope, no savoir in sight.The Forge told me, "Envision him and he will appear, believe in him and he shall be your guardian."My nightmares ceased, my mind and soul eased."Thank you," I told him.I had gained hope and found my savoir, my guardian.