[ WP ] You are a guard on a bridge isolated in the middle of nowhere , despite the weather and conditions you still guard diligently . After a great deal of time someone comes and you realize , you do n't know what to do .

Ever since the last keeper disappeared without a trace, I had set up camp here, guarding this rickety old bridge. I have no idea why, but here I am, countless years into the job, and I find myself staring intently at my first visitor. 
 
 Very intently. I burned my eyesight through her very eyes. Those green, emerald eyes, shining like jewels in this desolate place. 
 
 She stared back, and she was a talented starer. Not even a blink for three whole minutes. Yet her eyes were still glistening. I think mine are already starting to shrivel. It hurts, it hurts so bad. But I feel like if I move my gaze, we'll break status quo, and what comes afterwards will be irrevocable. 
 
 Four minutes now. I had learned to count time during my stay here. I instinctively know the passing of every minute. But I think I see her eyelids shaking. Please do n't shake. Please do n't let us stop this moment we share. 
 
 But it was not meant to last. She blinked. Our staring contest was over. She smiled at me. She complimented me. 
 
 `` You're good!'' She said, laughing. `` So, why are you here?'' 
 
 `` I'm the keeper of the bridge.'' I answered. `` I manage this bridge. I do things to keep people who should n't cross from crossing and I might let people who are supposed to cross, cross this bridge, should they desire to cross and have the credentials to cross, in which case they are free to go over this bridge at their own risk.'' I kept thinking of ways to repeat what I'm saying in more ways to stall for time. `` So, in other words, if you are here to cross, I may or may not let you cross depending on if you are going to be able to prove that you can cross this bridge, and if you can not, I can not let you pass, but if you can, I can let you pass.'' I'm getting a bit tired now, need a breath, but this breath is all it took for her to continue to conversation. 
 
 `` How diligent! Even though I bet visitors like me are quite rare.'' 
 
 I had to think of something. Anything to delay the official procedures for crossing the bridge. I settled on the most basic of ways, and in a rigid, cracking voice, I asked, `` What is your name?'' 
 
 `` I'm Emirel Pendragon, my parents named me for my eyes.'' She smiled, and I could see an aura of satisfaction, as if she had accomplished something. Was giving out names that much of a deal? I must have been away from society for far too long, because I told her my name very awkwardly, without the same radiance. She was about to open her mouth, but I do n't want her to take initiative. She might cross the bridge and I'm not sure if I want that. 
 
 `` What is your purpose here?'' I asked, and immediately I realized my word choice was a bit off. Did my training manual state I should ask something similar? I honestly ca n't remember. 
 
 `` To search for my destiny.'' She spoke with such confidence those cheesy words, but that same aura of satisfaction, it is as if she is elated with every answer, as if she delighted in clearing the clouds in my mind. Had she perhaps been an angel? Or more likely, my imagination manifesting from my loneliness on this bridge? She was beautiful, and she was every bit as perfect a woman as I have in my mind. 
 
 `` I wonder what I am supposed to do next to keep her from crossing...'' Now, knowing she might be just a figment of my imagination, that I might really be all alone, talking to myself, I began speaking my thoughts out loud. It would certainly be embarrassing to say that in front of a real girl. 
 
 `` Are n't you the bridge keeper? You have a third question to ask me, do n't you?'' 
 
 `` I, uh, I actually do n't know.'' I answered. And my head became clear, as I was tossed into the sky by an invisible force, into the pit below the bridge. I was supposed to be guarding the Bridge of Death from those who seek the holy grail.
