God, I can't believe I lost my glasses. Again. I can't see shit, now. Pursing my lips, I squint at the can in my hand. At times like these, being able to see would come in handy. Attempting to determine what the ingredient is, I begin mumbling what's basically gibberish.

With a loud groan, I bang the can against my forehead in frustration as if that'll magically make me less blind. It doesn't, of course. I grumble a string of obscenities while trying to read the God-forsaken word on this stupid can at the same time. The words mix together into some grotesque excuse of English.

Bean, my beautiful baby girl, hisses loudly at the corner of the room. I have no idea what she's hissing at, you know because I'm blind and all. Although, I will admit that it that it is weirdly bright over there. Whatever, I gotta read this stupid can. "Bean, hush, Mommy's tryna read a thingy," I grumble as I push the can closer to my face.

"Yo, what the hell! Ugh, you gotta be kidding, I was gonna win! What stupid human finally figured out the old as shit magic language?" My eyes go wide at the sound of someone in my apartment. Did I invite someone over?

"Um, hello? I'll be honest, I am very blind right now and do not know who you are." I call as I set the can on the counter. As I do, Bean's blurry figure dashes into my bedroom. "Aw, Bean."

An angry voice grumbles from the living room, "You gotta be kidding. The first human in literally over a thousand years summons a guardian and it's a blind cat lady. And I almost got the jackpot, too. Lord, I wanna die so hard right now."

Stumbling over myself and my surroundings, I walk into the living room. A blurry figure stands in front of me and I don't need my glasses to let me know he's pissed. Though, I've no idea what about. "Uh, yes, hello, who are you and why are you in my house-- sorry, apartment?"

The stranger takes in a long breath and heaves a very heavy and very dramatic sigh. A small flash of light bursts from their side if the room along with the pop and crackle of electricity. After this happens, their blurry figure approaches me, their footsteps heavy. Nervously, I take a few steps back before bumping into the table crammed into the corner.

"Relax." He mutters. Instinctually, I put my hands up in a defensive stance. I can practically feel them rolling their eyes.

The stranger slips a pair of glasses only face and the world is thrust into focus. Though, it's odd because the glasses aren't mine. The frames are different and so is the prescription-- although I think this prescription may be better than my other.

The first thing I see as these glasses are slipped onto my face? A drop-dead gorgeous guy who looks about my age, but has white hair and eyebrows to prove it's natural which is accompanied by striking blue eyes. This very attractive man also looks incredibly angry. Why? No clue.

"Oh, thank you,"

He doesn't say anything in response and instead moves away from me while pulling at his hair frustratedly. "Damn it! Oh, I was this close to winning all the wings. All of them! But then what happens? I'm summoned by some blind moron!"

"Okay, first of all, I may be blind but I'm not a moron. Second, wow, that was rude. And third, literally who the fuck are you and why are you in my house-- apartment?" I cross my arms and try to look intimidating.

They turn around, wide-eyed and looking exasperated. "You-- Holy shit, you're telling me that you summoned me," He pauses angrily while pinching the bridge of his nose and gritting his teeth. "by accident?"

Pressing my lips into a right line and squinting dubiously at him, I respond uncertainly in a high-pitched voice, "Yes? Actually, I don't know. What are you talking about? Yeah, I'm very very lost. Like wow, take it all the way back to the dealership, my dude."

For a moment, he squints at me, his mouth open in a form of annoyed disbelief. Then he throws his head back and whispers loudly to my ceiling, "I want to die."

"Okay, yeah, great, you can do that after you explain this bull honky you're goin' on about." I wave him off, annoyed.

He turns his head back to me and says with a completely serious face, "Alright, since you are obviously incredibly dense I will explain this very simply. I'm your guardian that you summoned by doing whatever the hell you were doing before I literally magically appeared." After he says this, he crosses his arms over his chest as if to show me that he's done with his explanation.

For a moment, the apartment is silent. Then I burst into laughter. In between laughs, I wheeze, "What the hell? Is that what you're going with?" I continue to laugh.

"I'm not joking." He says after a moment of staring at my doubled over form.

After I finally stop laughing, I cross my arms over my chest and scoff. "Right, right, you're my guardian that I summoned by using magic. And you know what? I'm the queen of Australia!"

I continue to stare at him, a smug look on my face. He gives me a flat look. Then, from behind him, a massive pair of white wings that look like they could belong to an angel unfold. "Guardian." He repeats flatly while throwing his thumb over his shoulder. The wings are all the proof I need.

"Haha," I say robotically, my world tilting on its axis. "Right. My guardian." Is the last thing I say before passing out.