Pandora: My Lifetime's Patrol

Pandora tasted the air around her, and picked up a few scents.
"Hmm... the smell of soiled gems.... should nab some of those for emergency health care sometime. Smell of journey book pages... normal. Lots of naive Jammers coming around to look at the wildlife. Tsk tsk. They don't know about the blood spilled here, the constant evil lurking, and poor me, Pandora, keeping this region safe from outside attack."
Suddenly, just as she continued walking around and looking for prey, a chill spread down her spine.
"Phantom!"
She whirled around.
Sure enough, a one-eyed monstrosity emerged from the shadows, the air around it brimming with static.
The eye glanced around for enemies, as if it were the one on patrol instead of Pandora -
-and spotted her.
"You do not deserve this honor, Pandora. I battled the first Patroller, named Kangaroo. He was the first one to Patrol Kimbara Outback, and the best. Now, they let a wolf into the kangaroo/koala cult! Such a disgrace, I shall kill myself!" it growled.
"Oh, I'm not so scary! Don't kill yourself!" squeaked Pandora, mocking damsels in distress.
The phantom's eye contorted with confusion, and distress, as if it were following the emotions she was portraying.
"Eh? Wait! I didn't mean-"
FOOM!
Large fireballs came up next to Pandora.
"Too late, monster." she growled.
The last expression on the phantom's face was apprehension at the fire - and fear of it, and self-pity, too, for failing Apophis.
Ashes rained down from the location the phantom used to float, and its essence slowly trickled back into the flow of time; mending the numerous wrinkles there were... which helped special ones like the legendary Pink see glimpses of the future.
One day, she thought, I will bequeath the power of the patrollers into another generation's special one, and retire to a normal life, once more, never to return to the world of the War.

Later that day, as Pandora shopped for a few bandages from her various thorn scratches in the medical center, she thought about her past.
Before, she had been a normal pup going to school. Then, in seventh grade, a mysterious cloaked kangaroo appeared before her. The kangaroo introduced herself as Macedonia, daughter of the kangaroo chief. She was the last patroller, and she was, despite being about only 10 years older than Pandora at that time, tiring in her work and wishing to become her father's lieutenant once more. She wanted to bequeath her job to a kangaroo or koala, but both races didn't have any children willing to sacrifice a normal life for it, so she found Pandora, a wolf bearing great promise. Macedonia did the ceremony and granted Pandora great power, before manipulating the memories of those around her so that she could leave for Kimbara without grief and safely, then vanishing. At first, the position was full of thrills for Pandora, and she became immortal, never truly tiring, never thirsty, never famished, never ill, never lonely. But then, when the memories of the outside world started to blur together, she wished to leave, and tried to fly out. However, since she couldn't imagine any other destination, she was unable to leave. Wondering how in the world Macedonia could escape and bequeath her power so easily, Pandora caved into despair. She grew weary of fighting phantoms to keep the sacred land of Kimbara and being a pyro user, and started to abandon her duties. But then, her life force started to ebb away as more and more innocence were attacked and hurt, and she grew guilty of the many injured arriving in the small medical center. So she resumed her duties, but without strenous work and much despair.
3 years later, when she was 16, and supposed to get her license for a car, she was still fighting constantly for Kimbara. The identities of the phantoms she slew faded together, and some grew fuzzy. All the blood spilled because of her, was it worth preventing the blood spilled of the defenseless? Surely there would be less spilled if the phantoms just overrun Jamaa, and Apophis sunk everything below the waves. Death would grasp all, and Zios would welcome all to paradise. It was better than this petty world where the innocent ignored, bullied and even belittled the truly pure; the pure were ignored and mistreated, miserable as they were bound to duty; and the evil overran innocent and defender alike.
And that wasn't Apophis whispering into her ear, either. All Patrollers were immortal and immune to all corruption - at least until they bequeathed their position. They aged, but stopped at their prime. They would be exposed to the stress of defending Kimbara for the sole purpose of protecting the innocence there, even when Abigail staked her territory there. They adjusted their duties according to the need of the people, and always stayed at the brink of madness, when their power was greatest and powered by fury.
She smiled at the doctor, laid a few hundred gems on the table, and left, still thinking about her miserable life, and who she would bequeath the rank to.