The Three Wise Ones gazed out through the veil of mist over a landscape that hadn’t changed in centuries.
Unlike their distant cousins Guardians of Haven Cove, there was no waterway here, just wide open and green spaces, a haven of a different kind for wildlife and Nature at her best.
The Eldest had seen about four hundred years more than the others, his flat top having weathered more storms than he cared to count. Now large birds of prey nested in what were his eyebrows, but he offered them protection, which is more than mankind ever did.

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