Inside a tall tree, a little old man, whose beard, white as snow, touching his round belly, sat in a small wooden rocking chair. At either side of him on the floor sat two little children. A boy and a girl, with cheery smiles upon their faces. "Tell us a story Grandfather!" the little girl pleaded. "Yeah tell us a story!" The boy chimed up. The old man chuckled to himself, his dull grey twinkling. "Settle down young ones and I shall tell you a story, I think you will like."
The old man took a corncob pipe off a small end table and placed it in his mouth. He decided to light it with a candle that stood shining brightly on the end table, as the children settled down at his feet looking up expectantly, as he began his tale;
"This story dates back to my early years, when I was but a child. Back when the world was still new, before modern times came. Back in the age of magick.
The world was divided into oceans, forests, plains, Mountains, The underground, and the dead lands.. Lands so bad off nothing but swamp water and the dead could live there. I was born in the forest lands. My people lived high in the trees in little huts made from leaves. We were known as Llywen Elves. We were a prosperous bunch. Our jobs we simple, in return for all Gaia gave us, we harvested the fruits and vegetables of the land. Not all of us of course. That job was for the women and children. The men of our Tribe hunted, other were scouts who stood at the top of the trees with bows in their hands and quivers on their backs making sure none that did not belong in our home lands invaded. We lived our lives as peaceful as possible, though it was not always easy.
Our neighbors were the other forest dwellers. Unicorns kept our water pure and our weather clear and warm. Centaurs helped our scouts in keeping intruders out and with our hunting parties. the animals of the forests aided us with ways to reach other forests.
We were friends to the northern mountain dwellers as well. They were beings who looked like they had been put together. Their heads resembled that of a great bird, as did their wings, their bodies resembled that of a great feline, while their front paws were talons. They were known as Gryphons.
There were other Elven Tribes in the farther forests. I remember one day when I was at the peek of reaching my Scout Rites, the Llywen Elder came up to me and he said asked me to take an important message across the plains, over the southern mountains to the next forest where the Langly Elves dwelled. My eyes lit up, as never before had an underling been asked to travel such great distance for the Elder before. I eagerly agreed.
The Tribe Elder arranged my party for me. Since this was my first mission I was to be aided by a Pearl Unicorn, A Centaur scout, and word had been sent for a Gryphon to fly over head to alert us of any danger.
