A long time ago, when the world was young, people lived in harmony.
No wars. No hunger. Happiness everywhere.
Eventually, the people wanted a ruler. Someone who could keep the balance. A feast was prepared, inviting all the most important people, the ones who could defend the lands. A king was chosen. He was brave and kind. His wife was a gentle blonde with a sweet voice. The kingdom was at peace.
The king's brother, however, wanted to be the king. He used mages to control darkness and sweep it across the land. The people pleaded to the king to save them. The king, not wanting to kill his brother, went to talk to him. The brother, known as Williamus, was not pleased. He wanted to battle. The king was ambushed and killed. Williamus captured the kingdom and took control of it. Darkness fell. The evil creatures of the night came up from the depths of hell and tortured people. The queen called on the gods to send them a savior. Their prayers were not answered for a long time.
-70 years later-
"Pass me the ball!" I shouted, raising my small arms above my head. The boy snickered.
"You're to small to play Enelya, it would soar right over your head!"
I frowned and crossed my arms.
"That is no way to treat a girl, especially since my father is the leader of the clan!"
The boy, Isilwen, laughed.
"What's he gonna do? Throw me to the demons?"
He ran off, cackling like a witch of the woods.
I shook my head. My father, as I said, was the leader of our small elvish clan. We've hid in these parts for almost a century, keeping away from Williamus's lands. We thrived near the mountains. My father has ruled over us for almost 40 years. Soon it will be my turn.