In the twilight of a world not unlike our own, there existed a race of ethereal beings known as the Aelvar. They were creatures of grace and beauty, with skin that shimmered like the morning dew and eyes that reflected the cosmos. Among them was Prince Saevel, the last scion of his kind, whose laughter was once the melody of the forests and whose sorrow now the silence of the ages.
The Aelvar lived in harmony with the land, their magic woven into the very fabric of nature. But their peace was not to last. A darkness crept over the land, a blight that consumed all it touched. One by one, the Aelvar fell, their light extinguished by the shadow's embrace.
Saevel fought valiantly to save his people, but the darkness was relentless. As the last of the Aelvar stood amidst the ruins of his home, a sorceress, heartbroken by the devastation, appeared before him. With tears in her eyes, she uttered a spell not of death, but of preservation.
In an instant, Saevel's flesh turned to stone, his form twisted into that of a gargoyle, forever perched upon the remnants of his kingdom. His curse was to watch over the land he could not save, to bear witness to the eternal cycle of day and night, and to guard the memories of the Aelvar. His stone eyes, forever gazing upon the decay, became pools of silent tears.
Yet, in this eternal vigil, Alaric became a beacon of hope. Legends told of the stone prince who guarded the fallen kingdom, and travelers from distant lands would come to pay homage. They left flowers at his feet, and in their stories, Alaric and his kingdom lived once more, if only in fleeting moments of remembrance.
In the stillness, Saevel's heart, though made of stone, beats with the faintest echo of the Aelvar's magic. It is said that as long as the prince endures, the spirit of his people will never truly fade, and that one day, when the world is ready, the Aelvar will return to dance upon the earth once more, beneath the watchful eyes of their eternal prince.
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Fairy tales for young and old ~ English version
FantasiA few stories that I sometimes enjoy writing. It will therefore not be one, but several short stories. Remember they are fairy tales, for kids and for dreams. Yes it's short. Yes it's not realistic. That's what a fairy tale is...
