The tale of the Watchers
Long ago, in the days when Enoch still walked among men, a people came from the northern seas. They were tall, blond and pale, unlike the tribes they encountered, and they travelled not by wings but by ships, hugging the coasts as they moved ever southward. Those wanderers kept laws of their own, forbidding them from mixing too closely with the locals, for their ways were different, and they guarded their knowledge carefully.
They were called the Watchers, for they watched the heavens. Wherever they journeyed, they raised circles of great stones, placing them as markers to measure the rising and setting of the stars. They were seekers of signs, for they knew that the sky foretold what was to come. Among the mysteries they divined was the shadow of a great danger, a comet destined to strike Earth, Fearing the judgement of the heavens, they turned to Enoch, the righteous one, sending him north to intercede and plead for their safety, for they had broken many laws and could not return home.
To the people of the land, the Watchers seemed like beings from another world. Their stature was lofty, their skin pale as northern snow, and their knowledge was wonderous. They taught the tribes skills unknown before. How to work metals, how to read the stars, and how to draw wealth from the bones of the Earth, They showed men how to mine gold though much of it was carried away for their own purposes.
The 'gates' spoken of in their lore were not doors to another realm, but the spaces between stones, aligned with the heavens. At such gates the sun and moon would pass, and the year itself would be measured. To stand there was to step between earh and sky, to glimpse the hidden order of the world.
Thus the Watchers became woven into legend as angels cast down, who in reality were strangers from afar, bearers of knowledge and warning, whose coming changed the memory of nations. And though their ships may have sailed on, their stones stll stand keeping vigil beneath the stars.
Long ago, in the days when Enoch still walked among men, a people came from the northern seas. They were tall, blond and pale, unlike the tribes they encountered, and they travelled not by wings but by ships, hugging the coasts as they moved ever southward. Those wanderers kept laws of their own, forbidding them from mixing too closely with the locals, for their ways were different, and they guarded their knowledge carefully.
They were called the Watchers, for they watched the heavens. Wherever they journeyed, they raised circles of great stones, placing them as markers to measure the rising and setting of the stars. They were seekers of signs, for they knew that the sky foretold what was to come. Among the mysteries they divined was the shadow of a great danger, a comet destined to strike Earth, Fearing the judgement of the heavens, they turned to Enoch, the righteous one, sending him north to intercede and plead for their safety, for they had broken many laws and could not return home.
To the people of the land, the Watchers seemed like beings from another world. Their stature was lofty, their skin pale as northern snow, and their knowledge was wonderous. They taught the tribes skills unknown before. How to work metals, how to read the stars, and how to draw wealth from the bones of the Earth, They showed men how to mine gold though much of it was carried away for their own purposes.
The 'gates' spoken of in their lore were not doors to another realm, but the spaces between stones, aligned with the heavens. At such gates the sun and moon would pass, and the year itself would be measured. To stand there was to step between earh and sky, to glimpse the hidden order of the world.
Thus the Watchers became woven into legend as angels cast down, who in reality were strangers from afar, bearers of knowledge and warning, whose coming changed the memory of nations. And though their ships may have sailed on, their stones stll stand keeping vigil beneath the stars.
