The Legend Mountain

There exists a mountain where the sun has never shown, a mountain no race has ever seen, larger than any cavern that exists under the skies of men and elves. Upon this mountain, written in glyphs unread by any race under the Skies, upon the Earth or in the Seas, is written a legend. The legend says that the Ancient Ones discovered the World, and there was no one to care for it. So they said to the Magic which resided there ‘Create creatures to watch over the World, to hold domain over it, to guide its course, and to have it serve them.’ The Magic obeyed, and created many races; the greatest among them being the elves, the dragons, and the nightmoors (or nightmares). The races warred amongst one another; many races were destroyed, nearly destroying the World itself. Magic was rent asunder, and the remaining races suffered greatly. The Ancient Ones were sorrowed by what they had caused, so again they guided the course of Magic to create races that could exist in harmony with the World and one another. Again, wars raged, races died, and Magic tore against itself before the devastation ended. The dwarves fled deep into the mountains, the gnomes into the hills, the merfolk into the seas, and the orcs into the swamps, and the deserts, and the waste places. The Ancients again sorrowed, so they took it upon themselves to create a race that would not destroy all that they had wrought, so they made of themselves the race of man. Men were weak and short-lived, and they warred amongst themselves, but still they thrived where they went, and brought balance to the chaos. *** The Legend of course tells of other things, but if the Legend is written upon a mountain no race has ever seen, and in glyphs no race has ever read, how is the Legend known at all?