The Guardian

There are doors dotted all across this landscape and each has its own guardian, sworn to protect and conceal the portal and aid all who pass across its threshold.








This door is used by the Wild Hunt, the yearly outing of old Dewer and his Yeth hounds followed by the rest of the Faeri court. I don’t go out on that night. Being a Guardian holds no sway to those enthralled by blood lust . . .







I am Làmh, Guardian of the Fae door on the west side of the moor.

I carry the responsibility for this door. Few tread across its entrance and my duties are light in comparison to other Guardians. I enjoy my charge and live well. That is compensation enough for my endeavours . . . .