Their time was long behind them, and it was with a heavy laden heart that she touched a gentle hand to the Wispmaiden. No more would the laughter echo under the bent branches, nor would the armor be hung by her boughs. The world forgot often the sacrifices of the brave; and like a shadow their deeds would be forever in the dark with only the stars to be the silent guides for those who heard the dead whispers of the keepers of the bravest of men.

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