I stand alone on the travelers walk. As I gaze into the distance, the mountains cast their titanic silhouette over the tower. Departing vessels seem to fade into oblivion like a once distant memory. The mist below covers the vast wasteland that once was a flourishing Eden. As I continue to peer off I seem to lose myself in thought. I reminisce of a time when we served valiantly for a Grand Sovereign. Many Guardians perished in devotion to her, but the unrivaled fought through the fire and brimstone to reign supreme. I still bare the mark of my passionate allegiance to her. Although her influence and power was cast out by the deities that forged the cosmos, there are still many that are loyal. Though our numbers dwindle we remain steadfast and wait for the return of our divine and Grand Sovereign. As the moonlight fades and becomes early dawn the sunlight warms my heart and reminds me of the hope that The Queen will return once again.