A New Warden

[Pinsir99 526]

A green-cloaked figure stood in the shadow of one of the tall willows that grew around the once undisturbed lake the Conclave now calls home. All remained silent except for the sound of the breeze rushing through the branches and leaves of the sturdy tree. She pulled down her hood, the Dark Elf’s heterochromatic eyes shined in the midday sun. She let out a deep sigh as her eyes surveyed the land. “The Elves have claimed another land to be ruined… As they’ve done with each new city…” She mumbled. A furry, brown squirrel climbed up the Druid’s shoulder, chittering quietly. She slowly delved into one of her pockets before she pulled out an acorn. After passing it up to the small critter she sat, leaning against the base of the tree. “Someday this land will wither as all other have… With the Elves’s touch comes destruction… Corruption…” After a few minutes she slowly pulled the hood back over her head, shadow falling across her face as she stands, picking up her staff from where she left it earlier.

 

She ascended one of the slopes that they shoved their cursed buildings into, eyes locked onto the ground her feet tread upon. Upon reaching the top she gazed over the lake to where a small, peaceful tree used to stand. “Ripping up the life of this world…” She sighed lightly again, her fingers tapping against the charred handle of her staff. Her expression hardened slightly as a thought dawned on her. I may not be able to stop them… But I can slow their destruction…

 

She is seen often strolling around the blue lake’s banks or under the shade of one of the trees. She rarely speaks to those that pass, not caring for what they might say. She knew what she must do, for it was her duty to keep this land safe.

 

Malin’s Warden

 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.