(Verse 1 — The Orphan of the Guild) Where the silver mist meets morning on the quiet heather plain, Walked a girl with wings of rose‑light, soft as dew on windowpane. Faelen was her name, a child of Guardians lost to night, Taken by the dark‑born creatures that still shun the Seelie light. The Guild became her shelter, though her heart remained alone, For she carried grief in silence like a shadow of her own. (Chorus) Oh Faelen, gentle Faelen, with your bow of woven gleam, You guard the mortal trails where the Faerie borders seam. Though your heart is full of courage, still you doubt the strength you hold, Yet your light outshines the sunrise in a world grown dark and cold. Faelen, tender Faelen, may your spirit never fade — For the dawn itself grows brighter in the steps your wings have made. (Verse 2 — The Rune‑Marked Paths) With a stylus carved of starlight, she would trace the ancient signs, Opening the Faerie pathways through the roots of oaks and pines. Every rune a whispered promise, every doorway drawn with care, For she used her magic only when a mortal soul was there. Never once for selfish longing, never once for pride or gain — Only for the ones in danger, only for the lost in pain. (Chorus) Oh Faelen, gentle Faelen, with your bow of woven gleam, You guard the mortal trails where the Faerie borders seam. Though your heart is full of courage, still you doubt the strength you hold, Yet your light outshines the sunrise in a world grown dark and cold. Faelen, tender Faelen, may your spirit never fade — For the dawn itself grows brighter in the steps your wings have made. (Verse 3 — The Battle in the Hollow) In the Hollow of the Briar where the shadows coil and creep, Faelen faced the beast that haunted every fragment of her sleep. It was kin to those who slew her parents on a storm‑torn night of old, And her trembling hands remembered every tale the Guild had told. Yet she raised her bow of radiance, loosed an arrow forged of light — And the darkness broke before her like a star against the night. (Bridge — The Truth of Her Light) In that moment she discovered what the Guild had always known: That the brightest hearts are forged from wounds, not from the lives they’re shown. Her wings flared pink with power, glowing brighter than before, For she’d found the strength within her she had never seen before. (Final Chorus — The Guardian She Becomes) Oh Faelen, mighty Faelen, with your bow of woven gleam, You guard the mortal trails where the Faerie borders seam. No more doubting, no more shadows, for your heart has found its flame — And the world will tell the story of the Guardian who came. Faelen, shining Faelen, may your courage ever grow — For the dawn now bears your footsteps, and the light is all you know.
