Strangers in the Forest M (Sparkz/Price)
A long time ago there was a world of magic..this world was ours. The elven race lived in harmony with the human race working together for a prosperous Earth. Wood elves were gifted magic from the bountiful earth terrain and forests that surrounded them. They used this magic to sustain the element of earth while at the same time manipulating it to their liking. The aquatic elves gathered their powers from the Earth’s seas, lakes, rivers, and so on. The aquatic elven race used their powers to sustain the Earth’s vast water supply. In return, the waters agreed to bend to their will. The elves of the wind were given abilities from the element of air. They protected the air as the source of all life and in turn were gifted the ability to control the air. Lastly, the fire elves were given charge of the great fires of the world. Protecting the fire of the world, these elves were given pyrokinetic abilities unique to only them. Combined, the four races of elves aided the humans in providing a paradise habitable for all....until greed.
Evolution, expansion, progress, and innovation; the words were thrown around haphazardly as mankind began to grow in both size, knowledge, and power. Technological advancements were made, inventions created with aim to make life easier, but at a cost. As society became more advanced, the four elements were being harmed. The destruction of forests for settlements gradually weakened the wood elves, while the pollution of air and water sickened the elves of the wind and the aquatic elves. The overuse of fire strained the fire elves to their capacity leaving them weakened. Though the four races suffered, they endured for the sake of brother humanity. Unfortunately for them, this was just the beginning.
As humanity grew even larger, greed sank in. Arguments broke out of territory, and entire wars were fought for greed, the pettiest of reasons. As mankind turned against themselves, it was not long until they set their eyes on the lands inhabited by the elves. This was the final straw. The four races gathered together for a Grand Tribunal concerning the pettiness of mankind. It was clear that war must be avoided as catastrophic consequences would ensue for both sides. Instead, it was decided that the elven races would withdraw from the world. True to their conclusion, all four races separated from each other and vanished overnight. Human progress stalled due to lack of elven aid, but their expansion and colonization of uninhabited lands of the planet continued. Where there was once a proud wood elf village, a British colony emerged. Where once was a beautiful city of the water elves, there was a human harbor. Generation upon generation passed, as mankind went about its business eventually forgetting the elves entirely while writing off their existence as mere legend. Still, watching humankind from within were the elves. They lived isolated and nomadic lives and were greatly reduced in number. Where there once was hundreds of thousands, there became only tens of thousands. Where there was once tens of thousands, they became thousands. Where there was once thousands, there became hundreds. Mankind's expansion and pollution were wiping more and more out every year. Still, the elves watched...watched and waited, even unto present day. The peace favoring generations of old have long since passed on....and war against humanity seems to be on the brink of reality. A miracle will be needed...this is the story of that miracle.
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Gadrael was born as a Fire Elf. Keeping away from the humans, his family moved from place to place. When he was six, his mother succumbed to illness leaving only his father to provide for him. Unfortunately, during a fight with a human thief, his father was murdered when Gadrael was ten. Gadrael was then raised by the Fire Elf Council, but he fled when the talks of war began. He did not share their opinion of humanity, and so he sought to live an isolated life. Gadrael took nothing with him except for his guitar, and a picture of his family. The fire elf took shelter in the forests of the Old Air Coven.
On this fateful day, Gadrael sat in the clearing strumming away at his guitar and admiring the wildlife around him. Not far from him was a cave where he slept. It was the home of the Nomads of the Wind, long since abandoned. The cave was truly a marvelous work of art. It had all the beauty and grand design of any Ancient Wonder of the World, but the Air Elves had been a very secretive and secluded people. This treasure had been hidden from the world for many millennia...almost as old as the divorce from mankind itself.
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