The maiden roamed the realm for months. Months turned to years, then years turned to decades. She had witnessed both death and rebirth of both friends and enemies, prosperity and fall of each race. When she figured that the answer she was looking for wasn't there, she ventured outside the realm of Tir Na Nog, entering the mundane realm.

She looked for answers all over the world searching for those who possibly remember her; yet no matter which part of the world she was in, or different realm she traveled, no one remembers her anymore.

None of her closest allies exist anymore and the current generation has forgotten about the true meaning of why she exist. The maiden saw each village, country and kingdoms prosper during her stay. The balance was fated on her. She watches over the battles between the Oak and Holly Kings of each generation leading to the prosperity of each race.

"But why? Why don't they recall me? The one who plays a vital role. The one who protects them and keeps them alive during the darkest and coldest of days."

Lost in thought, she returned to Tir Na Nog and from within, she enclosed the realm in frozen ice.

The darkness of her heart, the doubt that was whispering within her suddenly awakened.

Just like a coin being tossed, both divinity and darkness awakened within her, like the warning given to her by the Seer. She has been keeping the balance of both light and dark all along.