The tales surrounding the Fallen Guardian - called An'Ceann by some, older words for "the Ancient" - are old and twisted by time. Those who tell a tale, add a tail, and Time more than any.
There was once a city hidden deep within the mountains. A city of many splendors and even greater secrets. A place many wished to visit, but very few ever got to do so. You either got an invitation to visit this city, or you found the way inside, through sheer luck or very hard determination. The way inside is said to be hidden somewhere in the mountain range of Azan, the path there a labyrinth itself.
There were, and still are, many dangers to this endeavor: the cold biting into your skin and seeping into your bones; the altitude, the lack of air which could make you lose your mind; the many creatures and looters waiting for unsuspecting travelers; even your fellow travelers, overtaken by greed and ambition that only they should be the ones to reach the City. But worse than any of that was the Guardian. No one knows what secrets the City held, but they were precious enough to justify a guardian the size of the mountains themselves, who roamed the mountain range searching for trespassers, those who dared find a way into the city without an invitation, without deserving it. No one knows if the Guardian was created, if it was hired to protect the city, or if it simply... came to be. But it did its job without wavering, its figure always looming against the sky, day and night.
Until the Battle for the Hidden City. History does not remember the name of whomever attacked the Guardian, despite their obvious victory. Some say the leader of the invading army had actually been invited to the City, and took this opportunity to destroy its defenses, take control of it for themselves. Perhaps it was merely someone driven mad with greed for the unknown, with the possibility that there were secrets somewhere in that mountain range that people didn't know about, that they could control. Or maybe that was a benevolent intention: maybe those secrets could help the people of the Feywild, and they shouldn't be locked up somewhere. But perhaps it was just a single attacker, the one bearing the enormous Titan's Torment, which now forever pierces the mountain where the Guardian rests, an eternal reminder of what supposedly happened. And who was this being, capable of wielding such a weapon? Might it be from the same race as the Guardian, this being of unknown origin? Either way they slayed the Guardian and then... and then... No one know what happened.
If the battle was won, nothing came of it. No secrets were revealed, no City found within the mountains. The body of the Guardian lay there and slowly disintegrated, taking with it all that was to be known about this Lost City of Azan. Only its bones are left now, and the sword which slayed it, both untouchable by time, or even magic. There are no other bodies. No other ruins, or weapons, or anything left.
But if nothing happened, if the City wasn't found... surely it's still there somewhere. Maybe everyone who lived there died, or perhaps they simply closed themselves off from the rest of the world, this cruel place who saw fit to attack them when they weren't hurting anyone. And if it's still there, people are going to keep looking for it.
The Landmark
The Fallen Guardian is now a landmark for explorers and adventurers. The Azan, the mountain range where this colossal skeleton lays, marks part of the border between the Winter Court, or Unseelie Court, and the territories of the Courtless, and a small portion of the Summer Court. It's very dangerous to traverse, but then again, so are its surroundings. Some choose to go around them, but will still have to face whatever waits at its base, to take more time to go around these enormous mountains that seem to pierce the sky. Other choose to go through them, face the cold and others types of danger, just so they can save some time. There are some... safer paths, although they're rare. But if they manage to find the Fallen Guardian, they know the Lost City must be close by.
The search for the City and its secrets still continues to this day, and yet, besides its fallen protector, no one has found even a clue that it is there, that it was ever there. More and more skeletons have joined it through the years, travelers lost to the perils of the mountains, the dangers of the piercing cold. And no secret has ever left the mountain.
It might be one of the best kept secrets of the Feywild. It might merely be a lie that time told, that people perpetuated. But even then, stories come to life in the Feywild... And so people will never give up hope that they will be the ones to find the treasures and the secrets of the Lost City of Azan. Some believe the Guardian is still doing its job - it might have been slain, but its job continued in some mysterious way. Stranger things have happened in the Feywild. Until something else happens, no one will ever know the true story of the Guardian and the City it was - is? - sworn to protect.
And perhaps that is the biggest secret of them all.
*Squeals in delight* Such a good article! I love how you communicate both scale and vulnerability, making these otherworldly titanic (or potentially titanic in the case of the Unknown) feel both enormous and fearsome yet fragile and almost sad. I really really love the tone of these.
Aaaahhh, thank you so much!!! That's such a great compliment, I don't even know what to say!
Haha!! It's okay!! Also hadn't noticed your pfp of Ashe, I like the choice!