After the
Skirmish with the Huronian Garrison, after the fall of their High Priestess Anya, after the heartbreak had been cauterized but never allowed to heal. The Shrine Guardians were created. The fit and abled warriors looked to the four Embers that Anya had raised, and saw them in a new light. Orphaned at their Baptismal Rites, now orphaned again with the loss of the Mother.
An ancient fury awoke in their hearts, a single statement whispered on the lips of the four Embers, "Syn grant us strength". Their torn wings healed themselves, their eyes glowed with a divine fury not seen in any but the Hierophant and the Mother. A prayer answered, from whom they knew not. Azu the Great Butterfly granting them the connection they lost, though not quite. The form of the goddess, though not her voice.
From here, the four chosen Embers looked back out to the family that would not return their gaze, and demanded that this would never happen again. They would be the sword and shield for the Clan. They would be the gates at the walls, the eyes in the skies to everlook after the family. The Hierophant embraced the children as he would his own, and promised to each of them to teach them what they needed to know.
Though these children are long passed, and many more have come and gone. The High Priestess is a melancholy sight to see her with always a coterie of Embers. Never more than six, never less than three, there have always been Embers to choose for The Shrine Guard. To this day the Guard have made it their objective to protect the Village in any way possible, lest they remind themselves as to why they were created in the first place...
I like how you explain the tasks of the four guardians and who they are. I'm really looking forward to you replacing the placeholders with their pictures. Nice article and sad story behind it.
Well after reading your comment some many hours ago. I decided to actually put Ryhs' mental image on paper. Thank you for the motivation! I'm glad you liked the article, the Embers of the Mistwalkers hold a certain place in their society, and as you can see. A somewhat mixed feeling about them.
Aww this is so beautiful and I'm happy to hear, that I was the motivator for this. Thank you.