"Gliding silently through the forest on the breath of a gentle breeze, Anyana came to rest on the arm of an old friend, its cracked and pitted bark warm beneath her hand. For many seasons she had kept vigil from this old oak, had marked the advance of the race of man just as she now watched the approach of a group of their young. She did not need her many lifetimes of experience to tell her that they were merely out for a day of fresh air and adventure. What did they call it? Hiking? Anyana watched as they disappeared into the trees, listened for their heavy tread to lead away from the Barrier. With each year Humanity grew closer, the encounters grew more frequent. The time would soon come for her to employ a more hands-on approach to the threat. But so long as there were Sentinels to keep guard, the Fae home of Ingengaard would remain hidden and safe. . . ."

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