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Prologue.

A feather fell from the Orbis Tower. It was pure white, like the feather of the cranes which roosted in the rooftops of the Korean Folk Town. But what would the elegant crane be doing here in the land of the elvenfolk?

The elf caught it in between the tips of his fingers when it brushed lightly against his pointed ear. He woke from the meditative state he was in, his right hand a haze of electric blue pure mana. The skeleton of a weapon was beneath his hands on a marble table, surrounded by materials ranging from wood to the precious Dark Crystal. His chocolate inquisitive eyes appraised the feather, then a bright smile broke across his snow-white face. He raised his arms into the sky and spoke as the rest of the elvenfolk watched, dropping whatever they were doing to listen.

This elf was the great tinker-mage Areziel Razi' Darogl of the Ellinian lands. The exquisite Dragon Shiner Bow had been formed at his hands, as had the rest of the dragon weapons. When he spoke, he was heard.

'The Gods have made their decision,' he said, in his soft whispery voice that seemed to echo through the Marble Halls. 'Our request be heard, comrades. This white feather does represent mercy, freedom, purity. The blood of our neighbours will not be spilt.'

A great cheer broke out through the hall, as the peace-loving elvenfolk embraced each other in the salvation of human-kind. They loved their neighbours, however stupid and judgmental they could be.

Areziel watched sadly as his thousand-strong family drew out their harps and made music that drew out even the most reclusive elves and tame monsters. They danced around crackling dark flames that burnt not their skin, and sang to the fire that so lovingly embraced their hair and their clothing. His grandchild, the fairy-elf child Maeve Moireth' Darogl, sensed his sorrow and came to him.

'What is wrong, elvenfather?'

He shook his head and gestured at their family, dancing and making merry.

'We have saved the humans, but at what price?' He turned to her, his bright eyes now dull and weary. 'It is no secret that the humans despise us because of what we are. They hate the fact that we alone can tame the monsters and have them dance to our every whim. They hate how we can create such fine weapons that we give freely away.'

He looked gravely at his granddaughter and took her petite hand. 'Most of all, they fear our power. Now we have saved them, and they are in our debt. When they find out, they will destroy us once and for all.'

His granddaughter looked stricken by his words, so he forced a smile and led her to the fire. That night they drunk fine wine and toasted a thousand toasts to the health of their human neighbors.

That night, the elf-diviner Breanne Levuir' Darogl of the lands of El Nath tossed and turned in her bed, the silk sheets offering no comfort to her. She sensed true danger from their miracle, but when she pursued it, their future was fragmented like shards from a broken mirror- reflecting something but distorted. Despaired, she fell into the land of Dreams for her comfort.

That night, the words of the prophecy came to her in her sleep. She spoke them to her husband, the tinker-mage Areziel, and he in turn spoke them to their grandchild. Together with their immediate family, they fled their home. For only they could be saved as the news of salvation reached their human neighbours.

That night, the humans stormed Orbis with calculating murder in their dead eyes, determined to be rid of the elvenfolk who saved their lives. No one was spared, save the fairy-angel folk who were deemed to be a separate species with their wings.

To the lands of Ellinia they fled, sheltered only by the elven-human class instructors who were powerful enough to construct a secret haven for them, safe from prying human eyes. For only those with elven blood could pass through the secret doors. With tears in their eyes, they sang the cold song of Prophecy, mourning their old home with the desire for revenge in their once peaceful hearts.

Night shall creep through the walls.

Alerting none of silent pain.

With it shall come six elven terrors

These killing-elves are inhumane.

Beware the six for their elven spells

Should not be used on human kind.

And these heartless elves shall roam

Destroying your spirits and your minds.

The dragon warrior the future knows

The fire child burns your world away.

The night lord your minds shall expose

The bishop your emotion sways.

The elven huntress has forging powers

The bandit boy the mind persuades.

The elven might shall bloom flowers

By the blood of humans the debt is paid.

The elvenfolk cared not for the human world any longer, and their bright energy blended with hatred to become the dark energy of the night. They sought the pure descendents of their kind, determined not to let them be exposed to the ways of the humans. They were dubbed the 'hackers' by the humans, and were slain mercilessly. Their safe haven was forgotten by the successors of the class instructors, except for the elven-human Athena Pierce, who was immortal through her heritage. The elves waited, hearts turned cold and bitter towards the people they once loved and saved.

For the gods had spared the humans in exchange for the lives of the elves.