Sentinel of the Cascade Peaks

The Sentinel of the Cascade Peaks

Long ago, in a land filled with giant mountains and sparkling waterfalls, there was a brave hero known only as The Sentinel.

The Sentinel wasn’t famous for riches or magic spells—but for their courage and kind heart. Every morning, they stood watch over the land from a rocky hill, sword in hand, eyes on the tallest mountain of all: Mount Ralor. That mountain was sharp like a dragon’s tooth, and at its feet roared the beautiful Cascade Falls—a waterfall so powerful it could be heard from miles away.

But the Sentinel didn’t just enjoy the view.

Legend says that deep inside Mount Ralor, a sleeping dragon named Velmara dreamed fiery dreams. If Velmara ever woke up in anger, she could melt mountains and dry rivers. So the Sentinel’s job was important: to protect the land and make sure the mountain stayed quiet.

Some said the Sentinel was chosen by the spirits of the peaks themselves. Others believed they were just a wanderer who chose to care.

Every day, travelers passed by and waved. Some brought stories, others brought warnings. But the Sentinel stayed strong—never leaving the watch post until nightfall. They listened to the wind, read the signs in the clouds, and watched the waters carefully. They believed that peace wasn’t kept by fighting—but by being ready and watching with love.

And thanks to the Sentinel, the dragon never woke. The rivers flowed. The skies stayed blue. And the people of the land slept safe and sound.

And if you ever hike through the Cascade Peaks, stop and listen. You just might hear the soft wind whisper:

“The Sentinel still watches.”