Little Patch – A Novelisation
Prologue – The High Ones
A small two-mooned world. It isn't Earth – never was, never will be Earth – but is very Earth-like in its flora and fauna. The indigenous humans will one day – in the distant future – call this world Abode. But, for now, the primitive humans simply call it The World of Two Moons.
From out of a skyfire storm, something strange occurred. A swirling within the sky, out of which came an object never before witnessed on the primitive new world. A mountain-thing, with spires at its summit, came from out of the tempest, and landed on the world.
Out of the mountain-thing came strange beings – humanoid, but clearly not human, for they were in possession of such ethereal beauty. They were pale as moonlight, had four-fingered hands, and ears that were tempered to a point, like those of beasts. There were both males and females emerging from the mountain-thing; alien strangers, and they were all staring out at their new surroundings with shocked, unbelieving expressions in their large, scared eyes.
The indigenous humans had seen them arrive – these alien beings who did not belong to their world. They greeted them with clubs and fear and hate. Many died, but some lived. They escaped, these exiles from elsewhere, and learned how to survive in this harsh new world, for their magical powers were weakened – they worked erratically, if at all. The world made it clear that they were aliens – unwanted in this world, no part of its ways and its rules. But, over time, they learned to not only survive, but also to thrive.
In the long years that followed, relationships between humans and alien elves ranged from hate and fear, to love and worship, and everything in between. But there was one human infant who was raised by a group of elves, who grew to adolescence with them, and who, when older, taught his human tribe the wisdom that he had learned while living with the Wolfriders. This is the story of Little Patch, the human boy who was raised by elves…