They have forgotten me.

Long Ages I hid beneath the mountains, after the passing of the Powers and the breaking of the world. Their fire and drumming drew me back. I preyed on the unwary and hid from the hunters, though they were always afraid of the pool. They bred and grew and left the caves, and I slept again.

Now they bear light in their hands like the Powers of old, and ride in the bellies of beasts without legs. The pool shrinks. I grow hungry.

Once they called me the Watcher. I watch them still, and I wait.