Memory Fragment

Mum and dad always used to play hide and seek with me, but never did I dare dream it would be so instrumental to my survival. I still call this home, this treetop elven village in the woods of blue feathers, though it hasn’t been anything like it ever since these three fiendish hags showed up on our doorstep.
 
All other residents have gone now, either taken by The Three or escaped and banished to haunt the woods of blue. Nobody but me has stayed around to witness the wretched transformation of this elven community at the hands of The Three.
 
The Three are far from alone; I have seen their four large lieutenants and their many minions that patrol the High Forest, I have seen them commune with fiendish forces, I have seen them with a female student who ran off in disgust, I have seen them with a dark male student who they sent off to Brindinford after his graduation, I have once seen their visiting mentor who said he travelled from Red Larch on a horse as black as the darkest night and as fiery as the deepest Hells. This beast was his gift to The Three for their outstanding work and he also helped them to ward and alter the area with many spells.
 
Fortunately I was there to see the alterations and to overhear the passwords and I left clues to help me remember. They don’t yet seem to have found and unlocked all of the powers amidst these treetops and I need to stay here and keep them from discovering the Standing Stones in our temple or all will be lost.
 
It is getting ever more difficult for me to stay around, but I have to. I have to observe. I have to know. I have to be here. I have to stay in. Nobody else can. I hope this letter finds its way out, so you can find your way in.