The Elvenpath. A route between two worlds. The world as you know it, and another world, a forgotten world. The land of magic, the kingdom of the fairies, the elves, the sidhé, the Tuatha. We have many names. But what are they to us? No one speaks them anymore, no one calls out to us in the night. We are forgotten. Our kingdom is forgotten. And so we are trapped between the worlds, one forgotten and destroyed, the other denying our existence, refusing us entrance.
We cannot fight to come back. We have nothing and no one to fight against. The last who knew of us have died. They were those who trapped us in this path, they made us be forgotten.
And so we
wander, each step takes us further away from your memory. Only our
shadow remains, lurking behind the stories you tell at night, our
voice a hidden whisper behind the wind that makes your fires
dance.
But you, you do not look, you do not listen. Only a few
catch a glimpse of a movement in the corner of their eyes, a
strangely formed cloud, a whirl of mist, only a few can hear what we
try to tell you, because only a few care to listen.
Yes, we try to call you, to remind you of what once was. But you won't listen … and our path takes us even further away, our voices grow fainter, our shadows vanish, one by one …
Those few … those few who listen … the could find the entrance to our path … they could free us.
You, child of the Earth, you have listened. You have heard the voices of the lost wanderers.
Now come, come, take my hand and follow me. Take my hand and I will show you the Elvenpath.