Chapter 1
A circle of light-elven children sat near a rather young elf male. His attire consisted of a dark-green and grey tunic and pants, embroided with silver and gold. Short, well-groomed silvery-white hair sat on the Elder's head, often being scratched by a long staff that he often rests his chin on.
From the grocery store in the village, a female light elf watched the Elder with admiration. He is but a few season's older than she, yet he has excelled so much further than her. Not only that, there was an obvious attraction she held for him. Sighing, she watched the Elder tell his tales, and decided to join him in educating Eva's preserved history.
The Elder saw the elf girl walk by, her yellow booties catching his attention with their clicking and clanking on the pavement floor. The pavement was of a circle-shape, surrounding a giant tree that was the focal point of the village. Shallow water surrounded the loop, and then more pavements were created to continue the actual community. The town itself was of a spherical shape, giving a symmetric and balanced feel.
"Good day, Oracle Yalitza," he greeted as he bowed. He flashed a small smile.
Yalitza looked away for a second, then returned his greeting with a curtsy. "Afternoon, Gale."
A child next to Yalitza piped up, tugging her yellow dress-robes and pouted.
"'Elder Gale', Yalitza, 'Elder Gale'!" The child frowned as she said that, her scarlet cheeks were slightly flushed and matched her dulled, red eyes.
"Oh, hush Regalicia. In that case, I should be 'Oracle Yalitza' to you."
Gale tapped his staff on Regalicia's head lightly, signaling her to be respectful. Then he turned to Yalitza, smiling.
"Oracle Yalitza, do you have any pre-spun stories you'd like to share? We just had a recital of Eva's mercy, and the creation of Shillien's children."
Pondering to herself, Yalitza agreed. She walked next to the bench Gale sat on. He moved over, she sat, and cleared her throat. Before she began, however, she took note of Gale's staff – how it was a rather awkward looking weapon for a curative-type mystic. Many other mystics of his level and wealth use a more basic glass-looking staff, crystal-like almost. The cheaper staff was more effective for a healing mystic, as some of the abilities it bestowed enabled a stronger endurance or willpower to cast magic. Gale, on the other hand, had a much more disturbing weapon that oddly enough no one has seemed to take notice. Gale's staff was long and had the color of stained blood; the tip of the staff resembled an eyeball with spikes surrounding it. It had a reek of poison and chaos.
Gale noticed her disturbed look and tucked his staff away on the side. "Is something the matter, Oracle Yalitza?"
"Elder Gale… I hope you do not mind my asking, but your staff – where did you get it? It looks rather…"
"Rather what? Common? My staff is just the same as all of the other Elders within my league. Is there something wrong with mine in particular?"
"N-No… It looks –"
Regalicia looked indignant at Yalitza's questioning of Gale's weapon and chimed in, "Oracle Yalitza! I'd really like to hear that story for us! We have to go study soon! So please tell it!"
A little set back by Regalicia's anger, Yalitza nodded. "Of course, Regalicia. I'm sorry – I was just looking at something, that's all," clearing her throat again, she added, "This happened a long time ago, when the tensions of the dark and light elves erupted. I was about your age."