The world of man had passed before me. The time of the Elves had come. Warlocks, Witches, Trolls, and the Goth now took what they deemed their kingdoms.
There were the Warrior Class Elves called the Elfindor, the Ambling s of the Green Mountain, The Royals of the Ruling Elves, The Vallin's and the Humans, each with kingdoms of their own.
The world was at peace, then, as the moon slept over the Green Mountain, a shadow passed into the valley but made no effort to make itself known.
Each night as the stars rise in the distance, I look for you. Here, I am alone, where are you? What happened so long ago that you never returned?
Where are the promises that we made, did they not mean anything, did they not touch the heart and turn the dreams we had into something real?
