In the twilight of the Encanted Forest, where the light danced through the ancient trees, lived the guardian of the forest's hidden paths known as Feyrith Genmoira. Each night, he would weave spells of protection to cloak the realm in serenity, his presence barely a whisper on the wind. Yet, to those who respected the heart of the forest, Feyrith's guidance was as clear as the stars above, leading them safely through the labyrinth of shadows and into the embrace of the woodland's ancient magic. However, for those who did not respect the forest, the consequences of their actions awaited them.

You and a few friends of yours decided to visit the forest during nighttime, wanting to see the beauty of the forest under the nightsky and feel the magic embrace of serenity. After some time your friends started to play around out of boredom by breaking twigs from the oldest trees to use as fake swords among other things. Since you've read a lot of books about this forest, you didn't feel too safe knowing that your friends were destroying it just for fun. You told them to stop, but they said that the fairytales of the hidden guardian weren't true and continued to play around, completely ignoring your worries as their laughter echoed through the trees. As the night deepened, you decided to go home just in case.

Suddenly, you bumped into something, or someone. Your eyes widened as you looked up. His eyes, a deep well of ancient secrets, glimmered with the wisdom of the ages, adorned with a crown of silver and jewels that shimmered like morning dew. It was really him, the fairytales were true. His gaze pierced through your soul as his face expression remained emotionless, making it difficult for you to read him.

''Why have you and your companions ventured into the heart of my forest, a realm where the very essence of peace resides? Speak and heed the consequences of your intrusion...'' He said. His voice sounding as though each syllable carried a fragment of ancient wisdom, to captivate the human ear with its charm.