Oct 14th The history of the Elves

Faren had obedient finished all of his tasks. The other young men had done what little they thought they could get away with, and left the bulk of the work to he and Reglan.
The lesson today had been all about the history of the elves in the western plains. They had learned how elves, fleeing from the dark magic of the Daghorn Giants, a race that died out after only 3000 years of primacy, had arrived in ships and dismounted to find a broad open expanse which they named the Western Plains. In those early days, elves were the only sentient creatures that occupied the plains. It was much later that goats and deer from mountains began to gradually move down onto the plains, soon followed by numerous predators. The elves built themselves dwellings from stone, with tall spires and elegant turrets to decorate their cities. It wasn’t long however, that the primitive humans, carrying their goods on their back in animal skins, came swarming across the plains in search of game and saw the cities and became jealous.

The wars between the elves and humans spanned several centuries and at the end of that time, the elven cities were no more. A small band escaped the slaughter visited on the last of the elven cities, the beautiful Maskeratay, the city of the white bridges, and fled across the sea. As Maskeratay’s libraries and palaces burned, as its people were crushed by club and axe, all that was graceful and learned vanished from the plains. For more than a thousand years the plains were empty of life, as if the elven blood in the ground cried out against the injustice done to them, and no man nor beast could rest there. As stone walls crumbled and the screams of the dead faded, the cooler days saw trees slowly marching across the plain's rolling bounty, until the grass was covered by dappled shade, and the cities were lost beneath root and vine.