Sunrise : In 100 Words

Through the night's long strolling watch, moonlight glints fiercely off wind-quivering woodgems. 'Tis a sight to behold, truly, and well-worth the hours of solitude spent in my lonely patrol. Yet nothing, nothing, in this world begins to compare with the searing, golden joy winging through to my core as the sun slips over the horizon each morning, setting the jeweled leaves ablaze in riotous light, wrapping me in blinding warmth. The promise of that moment compels and sustains me through the dark hours of each night. Its fulfillment daily renews my resolve. I am the Guardian of the Gem Woods.