The History of Everal | The First City of the Elves

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The History of Everal, The First City of the Elves

By Leyu’Maehr

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     A long time ago the First Race crossed one of the Great Oceans of Aegis to arrive on a beach. This beach was bestowed with a magical power from a long gone time. It let all plant grow abundantly there and in the surrounding areas. The sand there made glass as hard as steel and that which would never break. So when the Frist Race, later known as Elves, planted their magical seeds… Great towering trees grew in their place. Ordinary fire could not scorch these trees, spreading its seeds wherever they went, creating an Empire dwarf all others previously known. The Elves lived inside the trunks of these towering trees, singing to them to help them grow.

 

     Then on day many centuries later, an astronomical storm swept across the land, felling the magical trees where they stood. Lightning stroke the exposed Earth, melting the ground and forming pools of lava. Great fire, fuelled by the dark energies of the storm, burnt all of the remaining trees. Only a few kilometres remained. This is where the Elves sheltered during the storm. They named this area Evaral, meaning ‘protected’ in their lost language. They tried to spread the seeds of the magical trees once more, but the Earth still remembered the horrors of the storm and wouldn’t let them grow. And when this area became overpopulated, the Elves started to reach for the sky! The trees grew until they touched the highest planes of the atmosphere and all was at peace once again. The Elves built walls of enchanted wood around Evaral, to protect the city from new predators and spirits that rose with the storm. And then a terrible thing happened.

 

     Some of the Elves dissented from this way of life, as wonderful as it was. They became greedy and wanted more land, ores, and resources. One by one the Dissenters left Evaral; preferring the new forests beyond its border. They spread out far across the land, struggling to cope with their new homes. Eventually even they settled down and formed small villages, under no ruler. Some even evolved into other races, forgetting what they left behind.

 

     By this time only a few families remained in Evaral, and they did not know what to do. They missed the kinship of the other Elves, so they decided to leave too. But before they left each family took with them a seed from the first tree, which happened to reside in Evaral. This tree was very old and wrought with homes and its spirit was sad too, for it missed the Elves that left. It shed its bark to help the remaining Elves in their journeys, forming impenetrable armour to help the remaining Elves in their journeys. This armour now resides in the Tomb of Evaral, as the First Tree’s spirit reclaimed it. And then none were left in the Evaral. However over the centuries the seed still could grow, but the land never accepted them.

 

     Until one day many centuries later, it came in the hands of a young Druid. The great city of Evaral’s location is hidden from the world, but many believe it is still out there. Perhaps one day, a great hero will stumble upon it. And bring it to power once again.