The Sentinels "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land

Beneath a veil of overcast clouds, Stelmaria skirted a seaside plateau that smelled of many wolves and instead entered an ancient wood of dark scars and buried secrets. It seemed a friendless place, beautiful but haunted – healthy green and charred black interwoven in a macabre embrace. It was a place rebounding from some great horror or another, which the young huntress could relate to. Of course, her problems were not near as cataclysmic and irrevocable as a forest fire, but it certainly felt that way to her; as her emotions ran quite deep, an oceanic trench in its scope.

Further still, she saw that there was more foliage than burn, paradise beyond the ruins, but she did not venture so far into the territory. This location was but a landmark on her intended journey, a waypoint to guide her onward. Stelmaria’s stride pointed east, towards the sound where she knew her father would be.