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“Once we were many,” said the ancient guardian.

Alone in a clearing sits a relic from a time long past when the Watchers protected the forest.

“We stood as watchmen for the creatures of the wood. If an Outlander should venture in, we would warn the small beasts to hide. We would also alert the stalkers to be ready,” said the tree.

As with all things, the Outlanders came and took what they needed, leaving ruin in their wake.

“The fools felled dozens of young saplings to get to a single ancient tree. Those that made their homes in and around the tree had nothing left,” mutters the old Watchman.

Luck was not on the guardian’s side.

“The Outlanders discovered we were sending the wolves at them. Then they began to burn us down,” the tree said.

The Outlanders destroyed enough of the guardian trees, making it impossible to defend the forest.

“The Outlanders had no fear anymore and soon killed the wolves,” the Watchmen remarked.

Now only one stands in the deepest part of the forest.

“It has been my unfortunate role to be the last of my kind. When I’m gone, the forest will die. The Watchmen were the soul of the forest. On our passing, only trees and animals will remain. Its spirit will be gone,” said the tree.

The Watchman drew its limbs about it. The ancient tree whispered, “Time to dream of guardians feared by the Outlanders.”

Time would tell when the Outlanders found the last guardian and brought an end to the forest soul.

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