'Legends tell of many things, not all of them the truth. But, if you listen closely, you will find some measure of truth among those legends. There are some places - hidden by years of neglect - that will prove the root of ancient stories to be real. The trick is finding them...'

Seneca Anthony made her way up the mountain path, carefully directing her feet to safe footholds along the ancient trail. The 16-year-old girl had just completed tenth grade. She had no friends in this new town and certainly no boyfriend to spend the beautiful summer days with. So instead, she spent her days in the mountains and valleys of the area. Her parents drove her up in the morning and would come get her after the sun had set unless she wanted to come home sooner. Over the two weeks of summer that had already passed, Seneca had found a cave hidden behind a waterfall and this ancient trail that she was currently following. She had found the trailhead yesterday heading back and marked the spot to come back to in the morning. Now, the sun was high in the sky and so far, the trail had led to nothing. Not watching where she was going, Seneca slammed into a pair of gates which opened on protesting hinges. Wait, gates? Seneca jumped up and slipped through them onto a path that snaked between two high cliffs. Eagerly, Seneca began to run and was soon rewarded by the hills opening up to reveal a valley full of ruins. Seneca gasped and slowly walked down the pathway until she came to a bridge. She took one step onto it and was about to take another when some feeling that could only be described as magical swept over her. When that feeling overtook her, she put her foot down and stepped off the bridge. This place hadn't been ever disturbed and it should remain that way. Retracing her steps, Seneca exited the valley and shut the gates behind her, leaving the strange valley to lie untouched for centuries to come, with not even legends telling of those who had worked so hard to build it's city and not even the faintest of memory telling of their deeds.

'..They were forgotten by all who came after. They left Middle Earth and history progressed. Only vague memory and ancient ruins were left which testified of the race that came before all others...'