He could only see when the heavens shook, and that would always be his downfall. To only be useful, when the weight of the world became to much for others to bear, otherwise he would start his own chaos, unintentional of course. Everyone knew to hide when he appeared in their dire hour, but they would keep one eye to the crack in the door or wall.
The people could not understand why with all this power this war was not over. Why had they not won yet? Then one day they saw the truth, between the thunder and lightning and the moments they regained their vision, there was a stillness. He was alone putting on a show that could have been called, “The Last Night of Their Lives, but Not Really”. No monster stood there with him. He only beat himself as he stood there, falling to the ground causing the Earth to shake. Debris would be whipped up into dust devils.
Their guardian had only scared off their enemy, but also in doing so been left alone when he could finally enjoy the company of others. Even if if was for a while. So he pretended to continue the fight that would keep the people satisfied and the enemy at bay. His very presence caused the Earth to shake, tornadoes to appear, and lightning to strike the ground as if it was rain. He simply wanted to be in the company of others and appreciated, but now that was out of the question.
So, their guardian leaped into the sky, and letting out a roar that caused the few flowers that remained to fall over as if they were heavy with fresh rain. The animals cried out, all at once for about a minute as if for a master that was never coming back.
The lightning that was rain spread throughout the sky and fell wherever the invaders were, eliminating their terror once and for all. The guardian had completed the job it was created for and faded as the sun began to rise above the rubble.