PROLOGUE

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A long, long time ago in the land of Kaerror lived the Elven race. They are beautiful, intelligent and proud race of mages and warriors known for their magical gifts in nature and fertility. Their love for knowledge, art and music became a major contribution to all the races that lived in Kaerror. Allied with the Dwarf race who are known for their craftsmanship of tools and weapons, they created a powerful civilization.
In the peak of their power believing that the world was theirs for the taking, the Elves in their arrogance created a great mistake and ruined the alliance with the Dwarves, which as a result starts a war between the two powerful races. With the other races fed up with the Elves' vanity and great sense of importance, they allied with the Dwarves in the war that crippled the Elves and push them near to extinction.

Desperate to survive, the King of Elves calls to the Farradea, an ancient entity with immense dark power.

"It's been ages since anyone has called me to the land of Kaerror, what is it you want elf?"

The King sensing malevolence in the air bowed deeply.

"Great Farradea, I wish for an army so powerful no other races in the world can defeat."

"Are you willing to give me something of the same value in return?"

"Anything." He rasped without hesitation

Farradea grants the King his wish, she created an army of Elves with hair dark as the moonless night, bodies strong as steel, powers no other races in the world can ever defeat.

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