The
Elves are a mystical people that are beautiful, powerful and their blood holds a strong connection to magic in its most natural form. Their race holds the ideals of wisdom and knowledge through the experience of a long life as their greatest virtues. Throughout history, they have embraced nature, climbed to the heights of the world, and seen its depths with fear for no dark thing but instead seeking to vanquish it. Whether an
Elf wields a sword or spells they are fearsome to behold and their long life dictates that they are a master of whatever they pursue, learning each thing completely and naturally. It is said they receive their inner light from the goddess
Lycana a powerful entity associated with nature and the moon that is often depicted with the likeness of an
Elf, but they are closer in nature to a shapeshifter.
It is said that
Lycana enjoyed the sights of the world, all that nature had become, and the many creatures that thrived in it but she felt longing as if a part of the world were missing. The
Ancient Fey had long since withdrawn to a mirror world much like the physical realm, an expansion to Isekai of their own creation or discovery but in doing so they had left a hole in the world. At first, it had been filled with the many and varied descendants, Fey creatures of varying sizes, shapes, and intents of which some were not wholly good. She approached the oldest of the Fey race, a being called
Yggdimil, a creature that had taken the form of a tree long ago when the
Wandering Forest was created and become known as the All-Seeing Tree because its roots spread throughout all corners of the land. Silently she gathered a hundred leaves that had fallen from its branches. These leaves were vibrant in color, some green, some silver, and some still shimmering like a rainbow without a clear color yet. She moved swiftly from the tree, not bothering to wake it, and moved to the edge of the
Wandering Forest where she conjured a great wind.
This wind took the leaves she had gathered and spun them around in a great whirl before scattering them far. The leaves that could not yet decide drifted back into the
Wandering Forest. Those of a strong green hue took flight and scattered throughout the forest farther west and north where the first tree had been planted ages ago. And then those that had taken a sharp silver color danced in the wind long and refused to settle, riding the cold winds of the north and finding secret places to fall within the earth that carried them far from the surface. When each leaf had settled it was then that
Lycana revealed herself to all life as she sang a simple and serene melody, every creature reacted when it was heard. Good creatures felt life pour into them, a sense of bravery and vigor filled them. Evil creatures that heard it recoiled, slinking into the darkness and hid themselves, shaking as if their entire body had been lit aflame.
It is said that where these leaves settled was where the
Elves first appeared. The leaves shifted, the smallest being the size of a rowboat, and
Elves emerged from under them each to behold the world for the first time from that vantage. The green leaves had gathered in what is known today as the
Elven Forest, many
Elves descended from this first settlement to include
Jade Elves and
Emerald Elves. The leaves that could not decide their color had chosen to remain in the
Wandering Forest settling about the great tree of
Yggdimil and their descendants became known as the
Wandering Elves. The silver leaves had chosen to gather in the depths of the earth away from the sun and from them descended the
Silver Elves.
Elves are often called the Children of the Forest in old stories.
Really interesting creation stories. I love that they're kind of interconnected but can also stand alone. :)
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