Gaurdians: Remembering Shadows page 1

Yargh so much text in this page ._.

I don't like how I color... I just don't. Hrm.
I don't think I'll make each page this "finished". I'll try to keep it nice to look at, though.


Enjoy page 1!

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As for the text leading up to this from the first thing I posted, here's the fill-in:

Jamie and Sophie get left at the house, expecting a new babysitter to come along in the next half hour. The lights go out in the house, Jamie goes to find his sister and sees she's really scared. She tells him the "bad man" is there. Then they run up the stairs, feeling like something is chasing them. They're in Sophie's room, trying to hide, with the door shut.
Brooke, the new babysitter, comes along and sees the dark house and runs in, feeling something's wrong. She hears screams, follows them upstairs, and opens the door to Sophie's room. As soon as she does, the lights turn back on and the darkness seems to run away.

Brooke comforts the frightened children and offers them hot chocolate and coloring for fun. They tell her it was Pitch they were afraid of and she asks who that is, so they start telling her the whole story about last year.
(So, if you don't want to read the first chapter, you should know that none of Jamie's friends remember that night, thinking it's something Jamie's making up. It's not known why yet why they don't remember.)

If you'd like to read the full story, go here:  Remembering Shadows Chapter 1: Forgotten In a world such as the one this story takes place in, the impossible was so often overlooked. But, in this same world, the impossible happened all the time. Not many humans picked up on this wonderful fact about their universe. Only the special ones. Ones born with a spark of magic in their heart.
 
  And a seemingly ordinary girl such as Brooke Wells would never come across as anything special, save for the fact that this young woman still very much believed in the impossible. Despite her age, despite her life up until now, Brooke had, from the bottom of her heart, believed in things unseen. She read fairytales and fantasy novels, and did superstitious things like leaving cookies out for Santa or keeping a watchful eye out for fairies. And she continued to do all these things even as she grew into a young woman.
 "Just in case," she'd always tell herself, "They are real." And though she pretended it was just for fun, in the back of her mind, and from the bottom of