Tens of millions of years ago the pocket realm of Eytherfel developed within the human universe. Its origin story long since forgotten to the ages and reduced to myths and speculation.
A vibrant realm, with all manner of magical species and those long since extinct to the human world, it’s believed to have been created out of a need to survive. It was the kind of place humans dream and fantasize about.
As the fairytales would have it be known, it was a place of peace and harmony for hundreds of thousands of years. But as Robert Frost taught us humans:
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Four hundred years ago, in the year 1610, a woman labors her way through the birth of her sons. Two healthy, white haired boys. She relaxes with her gaze upon her creations, the new twins who will rule Eytherfel, nestled to her bosom, a serene smile fills her face. She places a gentle kiss on the first born and whispers, “Feradeth,” Eternal Champion, then turns her head to the second born and murmurs, “Aelemar,” Honorable Knight.
An unexpected contraction catches her off guard. She grasps her husband’s hand as she screams out and bears down for a third time.
“Myonna, what’s happening?” Her husband asks.
She shakes her head, unable to speak, breathless from the pain and exhaustion of having already delivered two proud sons.
Gildrim takes the twins to give his wife space and places them in the bassinet. Their fussing is quiet and subdued until the piercing scream from their mother startles them and they let out matching wails.
“Myonna, please, tell me what to do,” Gildrim worries.
But the woman continues to bear down, grunting. “Another,” she pants, as the contraction eases.
Fear creeps over the features of her husband. “Impossible,” he whispers.
But there is no mistaking the contractions causing his wife to bear down yet again. He readies himself with a fresh blanket, and murmurs soft encouragement as his wife produces yet a third son. This one with a crown of black hair.
Quieter, smaller, weaker, the husband settles their unexpected third son to his wife’s bosom. “Korali,” her voice little more than a breath. Black Shadow.
The essence of Eytherfel is a magical life-force that makes its existence possible. To maintain order and keep the life-force thriving, a rare phenomena of twin elves are produced to be the protectors/rulers of the realm of Eytherfel, otherwise elves never produce twins. These twin elves are each granted a special Primordius magic and are also able to tap into extended powers when they work together, combine their magic, or perform a unique ritual which can only be completed once in any 500 year cycle. This unique ritual helps to restore the life-force of Eytherfel if it falls to any natural disasters or threats.
The birth of triplets is the catalyst that is the undoing of Eytherfel, and the four hundred years to follow would be the darkest times ever known to the elves of Eytherfel.
Willow and Song, the heroines of our current day story, are the last hope for Eytherfel, but they were separated as children and Willow doesn’t even know who she is.
Much of this story is still unfolding and developing. I’ll add additional information to this page as things progress.
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