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The Eternal Slumber

The Elven race that's the pinnacle of magical powers in this known world, had been the rulers of one of the great continents of the world for thousands of years. They have lived there in the peaceful lands where no other race dared to tread upon, and there they thrived to their fullest.

The Elves were noble and kind, yet they can be relentlessly cruel to other races, and to their own kind.

Even though they flourished on their continent, the other races that lived in the known world weren't able to utilize magical powers. Only one other race that's known of, the Half-Elves were able to utilize magic, but as the Half-Elves were shunned by their pure Elven brethren and sistren, that in turn did so they couldn't gain knowledge through them, which made them a lot weaker in their magic.

Because Elves could use magic made them the most powerful of the known races that lived in the known world. Also the most feared and hated, for they could wreak havoc if they so wished for it. But as they're a race that doesn't act irresponsible for meaningless reasons, wreaking havoc wasn't on their list of things to do. They only cared about their own people, their own religion.

As long as the other races stayed away from their continent, nothing would happen.

The Elven Continent is surrounded by oceans, which stretched for thousands of kilometers to all sides. Making it nearly impossible for the races to navigate to.

But even the elves have conflicts in their own domain, like every other race have.

The Humans that only thought about themselves are proud, cruel, egoistic, but yet can be kind-hearted.

As their life cycle weren't as long as the other races, they were much more aggressive, which led to war and turmoil. The Humans are also the largest of the races in population, and that made them the most prominent race. Because the Elves stayed so far away from all the other races; did so the Humans could establish a continent of their own, with the help of the shunned Half-Elves.

The Human Continent was born.

But Humans are ambitious, so wars were always present on the Human Continent. Wars between themselves as they hungered for power and wealth. That in turn made them lose a lot of men and women. But even though they lost thousands of people, thousands more came and took their place among them, in the cycle of life and death.

Because they breed and breed with an endless desire, that couldn't be snuffed out.

The Half-Elf history is a sad one. Thousands of years back in the present time, the Pure Elves ventured out into the world as they had once did before. As they journeyed they found a different race, the Humans. The Humans were back then a very small race in population, not reaching to their horde of people in the present time.

They had come forth out of nowhere.

The Humans were longer in height than the Pure Elves. The elves only reached 150-170 centimeters in height at tops, while the humans could reach 2 meters in height at their highest length.

The time went on, and the Elven people that had journeyed out to the continent that’s presently known as the Human Continent; started to fall in love with the Humans. Then the Elven men and women mated with the Human's male and females, which in turn made children, but the elves thought that it would be either Elven children or Human children.

They were wrong.

The Half-Elves then came into existence. The Elves had created a race other than their own who could use magic. As the men and women of the Elven race had finished their journey, they were then ready to journey home to their Elven Continent. Some Elves tried to stay with the Humans, but they were forced back by the other Elves that had come with them.

They had been journeying for 10 years. Then the Elves returned to their precious Elven continent, some carrying their babies, and holding their children as they journeyed back. It took them many weeks to return with their Elven boats, and ships.

But what awaited them was anger, and death.

The Elves who controlled the Elven Continent was disgusted by the acts of those Elves who had journeyed out. Of course there were those who didn’t join in on their mating with the humans, but even so, every single one who went to the “Human Continent” were sentenced to death. For creating such monstrosities. They were family members, friends and lovers who had betrayed their trust by being unfaithful.

They had been tortured to reveal all the information they had on the humans, and were treated like garbage, they who were from the same race, were treated like nothing, only because they had created those Half-Elves...

After their endless torture, they were executed; then the Elves went to the Human Continent to exterminate "these Half-Elves". But what awaited them was war. War between the Humans, and with the Humans were three other races that stood with them, which the Elves didn’t know about.

Even with their magic, they couldn’t withstand the hordes of different races, blood, blood, blood rained down from the sky, when the destruction magic was casted by the Elves.

They did their damage, hundreds of thousands were killed on the side of the Humans and their allies...while the Elves only lost a couple of thousands of Elven people, but those thousands of deaths were enough for the Elves to return to their Elven Continent.

As the Half-Elves were newly born, they were protected by their Human parents and their Human race. For the Humans now had a race that could use magic... Like their Pure Elven ancestors… They were happily planning out their use for the Half-Elves as they grew up in size and numbers.

But they weren’t prepared for how complicated magic was. The Half-Elves were able to use magic, but that magic weren’t even nearly on par with the Pure Elven spells. So the Humans were sorely disappointed. But that didn’t mean they would discard them. They grew up like any other Human and not some other race, but as a Human.

The Pure Elves had sent spies to learn how the Half-Elves progressed, and it were joyous information that they had gotten.

So the Half-Elves lived with the Humans and grew and grew in numbers. Both of the races came to love one another as their own. The only different body trait the Half-Elves had was their pointy human ears; not long like their Pure Elven ancestors.

If the Humans mated with the Half-Elves it would either come out as a Half-Elf or a normal Human, but over the years Humans that's from a Half-Elven parent could still gain a Half-Elf child from mating with another Human. Which made the male parent suspicious of their lover, and accused the female parent of being unfaithful.

Lives had been lost to that kind of jealous, suspicious behavior...

But as the years went on, new finds were found that indicated that it could come from a Human mating with a Human, though it only happened if the Human had a Half-Elf in their family tree.

The magic affinity didn’t cross over from Half-Elf to Human. Magic was something of an unknown element that those races couldn’t figure out.

The Beast race who only thought about trying to live peacefully with the other races, could yet be fierce when pushed into a corner. They tried to live in their peaceful environments with the other races, but it just didn't work, because they have that beastlike appearance.

They tried to stay away from wars, and the other races. To only live among their own kind. But they had been asked to fight in the past, to join against the unknown magical race that had come forth from nowhere.

The Pure Elves.

Their life spans were double the span of the Humans, and they were also stronger in strength and speed, which made them a very dangerous foe to go up against. But as they were a passive race, not many wars have been fought against them.

When they lived among their own kind in the Human Continent, a lot of the leaders of their race wanted a land of their own, a continent to build upon.

So they set out to find their sanctuary, to find their land to grow upon.

The Beasts found it, it was right beside the Human Continent.

The Humans didn’t want the Beast race to start their own continent of kingdoms, but they couldn’t risk war with such a powerful race. The Beasts were half the size in population than the Humans, but with their strength and speed they weren’t afraid of the threats the Humans put out.

They had lived beside the Humans for a couple of thousands of years before, but now they got their own continent, that was sharing borders.

“The Beast continent” it was named...

The Dwarves and Halflings were the most secretive of the races, as Dwarves and Halflings are very short, they came to be the weakest of the known races, but as they banded together they buried themselves deep into the gigantic Mountains. Inside the mountains they stumbled upon rare minerals that could be turned to wealth, in turn that made them also the riches of the known races. But... There was always greed, and greed turned them into a selfish, secluded race.

But with their minerals they traded with the Humans and Beasts to always stay on good terms with both of them. The Dwarves and Halflings had their own kingdoms both inside the mountains and outside.

They were neutral, and as a neutral race they were allowed to build upon the two different continents, to help with economy, construction, and trade. So everything went smoothly, so nothing would happen to them, they wanted nothing but to achieve wealth, and more wealth, but... There are always those of the poor working class, those who didn't have wealth...not coming from a good family of ancestors.

As the Dwarves and Halfling were on good terms with both of the races, they could act as they wanted. They never needed war between themselves. Even though Dwarves and Halflings mated, it always came out either Dwarf or Halfling. Not in many cases has Dwarves and Halflings mated outside their two races.

No one knew where these different races came from, as all the race's knowledge, intelligence wasn’t wide enough. How did they exist? When did they start to transform, and evolve into their shapes? No one knew... Was it magic that made different races grow and evolve faster than others? Why were there monsters that could use magic, and not the Humans, Beasts, Halflings and Dwarves?

Magic...is something of an unknown mystery.

Every single known race is in a medieval state of things. Even the elves who had their boundless magic, but they did have a slightly more advanced society.

In every race, there are different men and women, all have different personalities, traits, builds and looks, so one couldn't judge a whole race by the actions of some.

The world is so gigantic that no one knew how big it was, even though there are continents, one couldn't even imagine how big the world was. Unexplored lands, undiscovered races and species. Civilizations that has been forgotten in the endless tides of time. Wars have been victorious and disastrous. Races that comes and goes.

The world contained forty percent water and sixty percent of landscape.

The continents that these known races were living on was only twenty percent of the whole sixty percent of the entire landscape of the world.

There are large oceans that are treacherous. Impassable gigantic mountains that stretched endlessly and reached the azure blue sky, blocking any passage that could be explored.

Icy landscapes that could freeze anyone who dared crossing it. Jungles and forests, where terrifying monsters and animals fought for supremacy, and lived to fatten to their fullest capacity. Barren desert lands that no living creature in their right mind wanted to live on, only those who had no other options dared to tread upon its deathly surface.

On the Elven continent in present time, they were preparing for something. Even though the Elves have endless years of living, there was one Elven man whom they worshipped as a God. In the year of 21,000, all Elves that worshipped this God, came swarming to the Forest of Galanimel, where the Elven capital city was stationed at.

The Elves were preparing for their God to enter his eternal slumber.

This God that's the pinnacle, their light of the great Elven race, has lived for endless cycles. He has seen things and done things that no person should witness. He has destroyed races, and built upon their ashes. He has had adventures to forgotten lands where ancient civilizations had once stood in their glorious state, where he met terrifying monsters.

He has seen races that no other man or woman has seen. Monsters and animals that reached a height so terrifyingly high, that one other than himself dared to cross. He had done everything in his entire capacity.

For this Elven man to have lived for such a long time, he had his own conflicts inside his own mind. That ate away on his emotions.

The Elven people thought he was their God, and they blindly worshipped him to their fullest, as they had done so for thousands of years. But a few had only met him, because the inner circle of the Elven race was hard to get into. Only the most powerful, esteemed elves. Friends, lovers and those who had been emitted to his servitude, got to meet him in person.

For He was rarely seen. He was their god that they blessed, their light, their salvation that they had looked upon with an awe inspiring brightness. He had saved them from their certain doom, their journeying in forgotten lands. He had led them to their glorious Elven Continent, and battled for their sake, his Elven people.

But non-believers was always there in the shadow of darkness to bide their time, they were the new people that had been born on the Elven Continent, and that made them more opened to the influence of the mind. Why serve a god when he isn't a god? Why pledge their services to a god, which they have never even seen, or met?

Those thoughts of heathenism were silenced quickly by those who wanted to keep their religion intact.

This God that has built the foundations of this great Elven Continent was now ready for his Eternal Slumber.

Deep down in the ground a chamber of pure white marble lay. In the middle of the chamber a few stairs are leading up to a sarcophagus. The chamber is twenty meters high, and forty meter on both lengths. Surrounding the chamber are hundreds of white-clad Elven men and women, sitting in cross-legged positions all gazing towards one Elven man that's standing beside the sarcophagus.

This man whom all are gazing at, is a man that's two meters in length, higher than any Elven man or woman. He is wearing a white ceremonial robe. His hair is in an emerald color, it reached to his chest. His face is one that's expected, the most perfect face one could think of. His pale grey skin and his eyes that are like regular eyes, but with an emerald color that could stare into one's soul.

The Elven man stood there in silence. Two identical Elven females that're clad in all white from head to toe—not showing any skin at all—stood up from their seated positions. They walked up the few stairs that led up to the sarcophagus in a coordinated fashion, and stood beside the Elven man.

Their height only reached to his shoulders. Then their hands moved with elegance to the white strings that held up the white ceremonial robe. The two identical female Elves then pulled the white strings, and as they pulled, the white ceremonial robe fell to the pure white marbled floor.

He stood there naked, glancing towards the Elven people in front of him, his expression gave off a very saddened feeling, and it seeped out of him, making everyone feel his saddened emotions. You could see that some of the Elves that are inside this chamber are giving off cries of sadness. Because they knew what had happened to make him give off this kind of sad feeling...and what awaited the Elven people that has gathered here.

Even though he stood there naked, the air that the Elven man produced is that of someone that's all powerful. A pressure that seeped out from him, carrying all of his emotions. An aura that could make people do things they normally wouldn't.

Every single Elven man and woman gazed at him with enchanted, saddened eyes.

One of the Elven females that stood beside him, knelt down and picked up the white ceremonial robe; as she knelt, the man turned around and took two steps forward. He just stared at the sarcophagus, then it opened up, giving off a sound of compressed air.

As the sarcophagus opened, the two female Elves that're standing beside him, went back to their original seated positions.

The lid of the sarcophagus as it opened, it began to levitate up in the air. The lid stopped moving as it reached one meter in the air, and as it stopped, the Elven man just stared at the content of the sarcophagus.

What he saw is magical inscribed runes, that're written in intricate writing. The runes shined with an emerald color. The Elven man just stood there staring at the content inside of it; he then climbed into the sarcophagus and laid himself down.

It fit him perfectly.

As he laid there the lid slowly began to descend. When the lid reached its closing point, murmurs started to resound throughout the chamber. The murmurs began to get higher and higher, until one could hear it loud and clear in Elvish tongue:

"We'll live forever in your memory!"

"We'll live forever in your memory!"

"We'll live forever in your memory!"

All the Elven men and women began to chant in unison; they sat there in their cross-legged positions.

While they chanted, different kinds of hand movements are made from the Elven people, as if they're writing something in the air, it's truly a sight to behold.

As they continued screaming the chant with their hand movements, every Elven man and woman’s eyes began to shine in an emerald color. Then one could see strings of emerald began to appear from every single one of them.

The emerald strings started to flow through the air towards the sarcophagus, and as they reached it, it started to illuminate with such brightness. That brightness made everyone close their newly awakened emerald eyes, so they weren't interrupted from their commitment to their God.

As the time went on inside the white marbled chamber, the chant began to get lower and lower, until one could see that the Elven men and women inside the chamber started to fall unconscious, one after the other fell and fell, until there's only one left.

The single Elven man seated in cross-legged position, with his eyes closed.

He's sitting there screaming the chant on the top of his lungs, sweat dripping from his strained face, he screamed and screamed, until he could feel his magical energy being slowly sucked away, and as he drew his last shout: “We’ll live forever in your *gasp*!”

He let out a deathly breath.

His face made a true blissed expression as his eyes went blank. He too then fell into the darkness of death.

The room is in utter silence, all the lights from the torches that're on the walls slowly began to fade, as if the air inside the chamber had been sucked out. As the darkness is settling in, the brightness that had illuminated the entire chamber has vanished. But instead the sarcophagus started to show a dim light, it's so dim that even though it's dim, one couldn't see anything inside the chamber, it just glowed with a lightless light.

The chamber settled into the darkness. The tides of time began to flow its eternal flow.

One year, ten years, hundreds of years passed, but as the years flowed by, muffled yells could be heard inside the sarcophagus, desperate cries for help. But the years just went on and on, until those muffled cries became silent as the white marbled chamber.

The time just flowed on.

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