The Sentinels shipwrecked

She felt it as soon she entered the line of fallen sentinels— an ache in her heart that grew sharper as she moved toward the forest's center. This had always been a sacred place, an instinct told her, and vague memories filtered through her mind like reflections on water. It was maddening, to be unable to fully grasp them. Walking here felt like walking with ghosts, and her ears swiveled as she caught the whispers of wind through the hollowed and burned trees.

Emaleth turned her head sharply, nostrils flaring to taste the air, as a low creaking sounded out in the distance. After a few moments' breath, she braced herself against the earth as it moved beneath her feet; the crash of the giant hitting the forest floor causing shockwaves. It was dangerous to stay here, she knew. But she thought, more dangerous not to.

Altering her course, she walked through the forest with a sort of reverence, until she came upon a clearing ringed with a circle of flowers. At this, a wave of memories flickered through her mind— too rapid to truly follow— and she fell to her haunches, overcome with grief.