Introduction
Rose was curled up in her favorite chair by the window, reading her favorite book. It was an account of the time when there were guns, and nuclear war. It told how the earth had become intoxicated and how those who were left had to escape to Rohan, the planet which they lived on now. The planet was similar to Earth; but with a rich history of elves, hobbits, and wizards who had died many millenniums ago. Now the humans walked Rohan and sailed its oceans. Because of the terrors that had caused the Earth to disintegrate, all gun power and nuclear weapons were banned from the planet. If it was chosen by individuals to own or use any of the outlawed, they were taken to another solar system across the galaxy. And they left the peaceful planet alone. It was a pact everyone had to sign before they stepped foot into the ship that would take them to Rohan. The separation station still remained between Rohan and what used to be Earth, although it's long abandoned.
This book was the only of its kind. It had been passed down through four generations of her family, and written by her great-great-great grandmother. It had pictures of Earth, both before and after the Final War had begun. The cities were huge and the concrete spanned for miles upon miles. Then the Final War struck, and the buildings became dark and dirty. The concrete was torn and piled about, and the trees were nothing but grey twisted sticks coming from the ground. It was terrible and sickening to even look at. People went from happy and smiling to barely being able to walk. They wore torn clothes and ate whatever they could find, and died from most of it. The human race had been in trouble for years, and it took until over half the population of Earth was wiped out and nearly all of the animal races had died before the Council of Earth decided to do anything to save their perishing race.
So the last of the humans took only themselves and a few horses to the Separation Station. The horses and peaceful humans went to Rohan; the ones who refused to surrender their weapons and had a violent history went to the Other Planet. And everyone was happy. They arrived on Rohan, finding the vastness of nature and they vowed to never build the planet like Earth used to be. The planet would remain simple. The outer lying planets from Rohan had heard of the story of the humans, and vowed to always protect them. The humans were safe from others for the first time in centuries.
There had always been stories of elves, hobbits, wizards, and other beings that hid from the humans, even though they had nothing to fear. In the beginning there were more but now the stories were few and far between, mostly form those who strayed in the woods too late at night and had to find an excuse to tell their parents why they were out so late. Or so it seemed.
Rose's great-great-great-grandmother had apparently made contact with an elf. She met him regularly, learning their way of life. When communicating with elves became frowned upon and illegal to contact, she met him in secret. The Former Council of Earth did not like the fact that the elves had bows and arrows, which could lead to violence. Violence was how Earth was destroyed, after all. Her great-great-great grandmother became perfect at shooting the bow, and spoke elfish fluently. She became a social outcast, and moved to a small house by the shore. There she could easily find him, without having to even see another human. When she died, no one knew except the elves. The humans did not accept her anymore and her child was seventeen and able to live on her own in the house. The elves gave her a burial but carried out her only request, which was to never get in touch with her daughter. She didn't want her daughter to go through what she had, because the next generation had a more sour view of elves. She only wanted her daughter to know that elves were not what humans made them out to be, and left behind the journal as proof.
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