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The History of Evaral, the first city of the Elves
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A long time ago the First Race crossed one of the Great Oceans of Aegis to arrive on a beach. This beach was bestowed with a Magikal power from a long gone time. It let all plant grow abundantely there and in the surrounding areas. The sand there made glass as hard as steel and that which would never break. So when the First Race, later known as Elves, planted their magikal seeds... great towering trees grew in their place. Ordinary Fyre could not scorch these trees, for the magik embeded in them was still new. The Elves thrived in the new land along with the trees, spreading its seeds wherever they went, creating an Empire that Dwarfed all others previousely known. The Elves lived inside the trunks of these towering trees, singing to them to help them grow. And all was peaceful. Then one day many centuries later, a Astronomical Strom swept across the land,  Felling the Magikal Trees where they stood. Lightning stroke the exposed Earth, melting the gound and forming pools of lava. Great Fyre, fueled by the dark energys of the storm, burnt all of the remaining trees. Only a few kilometers remained. This is where the Elves sheltered during the storm. They named this area Evaral, meaning Protected in their lost language. They tried to spread the seeds of the Magikal trees once more, but the Earth  still remembered the horrors of the storm and wouldn't let them grow. And when this area became overpopulated, the Elves started to reach for the sky! They trees grew until they touched the highest planes of the Atmosphere! And all was at peace one again. The Elves built walls of enchanted wood around Evaral, to protect the city from  new predators and spirits that rose with the Storm. And then a terrible thing happened. Some of the Elves dissented from this way of life, as wonderful as it was. They became greedy and wanted more land, ores, and resources. One by one the Dissenters left Evaral, preferring the new forests beyond its border. They spread out far accross the land, struggling to cope with their new homes. Eventually even they settled down and formed small villages, under no ruler. Some even evolved into other races, forgetting what they left behind. By this time only a few families remained in Evaral, and they did not know what to do. They missed the kinship of the other Elves, so they decided to leave too. But before they left each family took with them a seed from the first tree, which happened to reside in Evaral. This tree was very old and wrought with homes. And its spirit was sad too, for it missed the Elves that left. It shed its bark to help the remaining Elves in their journeys, forming impenetrable  armor to help the remaining elves in their journeys. This armor now resides in the Tomb of Evaral, as the First Tree's spirit reclaimed it. And then none were left in Evaral. However over the centuries the seed still could grow, but the land never accepted them. Until one day, many centuries later, it came in the hands of a young druid. The great city of Evaral's location is hidden from the world, but many believe it is still ou t there. Perhaps one day, a great hero will stumble upon it. And bring it to power once again.