The Guardian of Silverfall Glen + Animation!



Silverfall Glen was a place untouched by time, where the roar of its tiered waterfalls blended with the gentle hum of ancient magic. Few dared wander so deep into the forest, but those who did returned speaking of a figure both breathtaking and fearsome: Aelira, the Stagborn Sentinels.
Aelira had watched over the glen since the day the forest crowned her with its blessing. Her antlers, grown from living wood, pulsed faintly with the heartbeat of nature itself. She patrolled the mossy paths with quiet strength, her crystal-forged spear shimmering like captured sky. Animals greeted her with trust; spirits whispered warnings into her ears.
But peace in the glen was a delicate thing.
Recently, the waters had begun to murmur of a creeping shadow, an unseen corruption threading its way through the roots beneath the earth. Flowers closed early, leaves trembled without wind, and even the boldest creatures kept to the edges of the clearing. Aelira felt the disturbance like a thorn beneath her skin.
Determined, she followed the shifting whispers to the base of the great waterfall. Mist curled around her as she raised her spear, feeling its magic resonate with the hidden threat. Whatever stirred below the pools was ancient, powerful… and waking.
Aelira lifted her chin, resolve hardening.
She was not merely a guardian by title.
She was the voice and the shield of the forest.
And for her glen, for her home, she would face whatever darkness dared to rise.