There is no work at the castle today. By stately decree passed from one generation to the next today is a day of celebration. Today we give thanks to the guardian warriors who have given their all in securing our lands from monsters. I admittedly find myself unprepared for this day. I have been busy fretting about trivial family matters. It was Morgan and Rachel that reminded their preoccupied mother of the significance of today. I feel ashamed at my oversight. I usually spend an entire week preparing for this momentous day.
My husband has been working overtime at the physician’s office. His hours are long and tiring. We are like two ships passing in the night. We haven’t spoken more than a couple of sentences to each other in weeks. I am tired and my beloved husband is exhausted. I do not offer this as an excuse for my oversight and forgetfulness. My responsibilities are my own. There is no excuse for my lack of focus.

In the ways of my ancestors, I am preparing a grand meal to feed the guardian warriors that will undoubtedly travel our road in search of respite. For the first time the responsibility has fallen upon my son Shane to place our family banner upon the eaves of our home inviting those that have served gloriously to feast at our table. I felt proud as I watched my boy climb upon the roof of our home and display for all of our neighbors to see what our family holds most dear.

Service is by choice and a calling. It is not an occupation for the weak or timid at heart. Those that serve as guardian warriors give much of themselves and do so with honor. Our lands have remained free from monsters for more than a millennium because of their sacrifice. Life without the guardian warriors would not be pleasant.