Chapter One
It was the year 2 of the Golden Age in the land of Caralia. The evil Lord Barallion had been defeated a year ago bringing Caralia out of the Age of Darkness. Elves, Men and Dwarves worked together to bring this about and now they lived in peace and harmony with each other. Of course there were a few of Lord Barallion's faithful that had survived but they had not been seen for the past year.
In the village of Harrenhath there lived a young man Arran. He was a decendant of the men of old from Elanore. These men were granted long life so even though he looked 18 he was really 28 years old. Arran was a returned soldier from the Battle for Caralia, and was one of many that took part in the destruction of Lord Barallion. Most who were there can remember it like it was yesterday but do not speak of it. Even though he was a returned soldier and had only been home for a year, he craved adventure.
"You're crazy!" his mother exclaimed when he told her he was going travelling.
"I want to see the world again Mother. It is all new to me not that there is peace. I have only ever known war." Arran replied and with that he grabbed his travellers pack, and sword and walked out the door. As he left the village he could already feel the adventure.
"I think I shall go North," he said to himself as he got out a very old map. "Rivervale, the city of the Elves looks like a good place to visit first."
Rivervale was a place of peace and tranquility and even through the war it had remained so. It was a relatively untouched and there was no signs of destruction anywhere. The Elves of Rivervale floated along on their light feet talking in their song like voices. The did not speak the common tongue unless they had to so to men their speech would sound like a sweet song.
Arran followed the road north traveling at an easy pace, humming to himself. Suddenly in a bush on the side of the road there came a sound. Pointing his sword in front of himself he went to investigate. As he searched the bush he found his best mate Bron sitting in the bush watching him.
"Oh hey Bron," Said Arran. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I might...well I thought..."
"Spit it out would you Bron!"
"I thought I could come with you to see the Elves?" Bron said.
"Sure Bron. You didn't have to follow me. All you had to do was ask." Arran replied.
They continued along the road for one day and made camp just off to the side of the road for the night. As Bron slept Arran kept watch. It was still dangerous out in the wild. As he sit watching he saw a faint shadow over by a tree. It was gone in the blink of an eye. It was sunrise sooner than he had wanted but up they got and continued traveling along the road.
"How far are we from the city of the Elves?" Bron asked.
"Not far now. Once we get into that forest up there we will have entered their realm." Arran replied.