The Legend Of Elenore

Prologue

   My grandfather used to tell me tales, of a great magnificent city. Of buildings made of gold and rivers of ice. Of powerful Kings and enchanting forests. Where knights need not horses for they were centaurs and palaces floated as if built on air. The great city of Elenore.

   Bounded in the East by the Elfin forest. They said the trees could sing, they sang the song of Elenore, of life and death, of the new and old. The song of hope.

Far north you could see the mountains of the dwarves. Or the grumpy mountains as the locals called it, for the dwarves were a grumpy lot but not so bad when you got to know them. They were known for their crystal magic.  

   You see normally dwarves are not born magical but over the years they had uncovered magical stones hidden away in their mountains. The stones helped them out a great deal making life easier, the dwarves dedicated their lives to guarding them.

   In the west was the Glen where the creatures of light resided. There lived the fairies, pixes, gnomes, fauns and of course the magnificent centaurs. But the people of the Glen were a shy type and though peaceful were not big on association with the exception of the centaurs who dedicated themselves to the knighthood.

   And lastly in the south was the Misty mountains. But listen to this. The Misty mountains were no ordinary mountains, alas they weren't mountains at all but Giants! Great big Giants. The Giants were a lazy bunch that slept for most of their lifetime and did not appreciate being disturbed. Most people went throughout their lives without seeing them awake, which was probably a good thing since they were also very destructive.

  Also in the midst of the giants lived the troublemakers, they were the trolls and goblins, pesky little thieves that used the giants to their advantage.

And in the heart of all this stood Elenore. Ever proud and glorious, binding unlikely creatures together, merging with both east, north, west and south to become one powerful kingdom. In the heart of Elenore were the norms( non-magical people) and the magic wielders. Above all there lay the royal family. Their magic preserved the spirit of Elenore, keeping the peace. They were the most powerful beings in all of Elenore seeing as they possessed silver magic

You see magic was ranked by colours. First red magic, mostly seen in shifters/ tricksters. These were magic wielders that changed appearances, taking the form of beast or other creatures and at times objects.

   Then green magic, the nature charmers, they controlled all life that grew from the earth. They worked hand in hand with the elemental wielders. The elemental wielders possessed violet magic. The shade varied based on the element one controlled.
 
  There was also blue magic. The wizards and witches. Their magic was harder to master and they used books and spells and charms.
 
   Then silver magic. The rarest of them all. Possessed only by those of royal blood. Silver magic manifested differently in different individuals, so there was no general description for it.

  For years there was peace and Elenore blossomed but nothing good ever lasts. There was born a man named Caesar, a norm of Noble blood, born into a family of wielders. Caesar was a lovely child, spirited and enthusiastic about learning but he was also ambitious and hungry for power.  

  As he grew, so did his hunger and a once innocent child withdrew into the darkness with nothing but his thoughts for company. And he spent his days studying, pouring over ancient books and scheming. He came upon a forbidden art. The art of magic theft, the corruption of magic itself and all he needed were the magic crystals of the dwarves.

   Caesar drew to himself followers, power hungry fellows like himself. Norms who desired power and wielders who longed for greater power. They called themselves the revolution. And one faithful night they struck slaying more than half of the dwarf clan and stealing their crystals. In one day a whole species was left on the verge of extinction and blood was spilled on the grounds of Elenore.

  Caeser used the crystals to raise an army of the dead and declared war upon the kingdom, ushering in the era of black magic. The elders of all the tribes gathered and the troops were summoned. Elenore was at war with herself.

  For three days the battle raged and the revolution grew stronger for with every life that was lost Caesar raised to join his army and his minions kept stealing magic and growing stronger. The people began to lose hope, they were literally powerless and how could one defeat the dead?

   But there was still a power that troubled Caesar, silver magic. He was yet to collect silver magic. So Caesar came up with a plan. He made a deal with the Elves, deliver the royals to him and their tribe would be spared when Elenore fell. The Elfin elders called a council and a decision was made, the humans could fend for themselves, it was their fight anyway and the Elves refused to suffer the same fate as the dwarves.

  So one by one, using the crystals given to them by Caeser, the Elves began to steal the magic of the royals taking Elenore down from the inside. The royal family were all killed and the battle lost. The Elves had turned their back on the city, chosing rather to save their necks. Their betrayal would never be forgotten.

  So it was, a once magnificent city fell. The four tribes of the east, west north and south became mere stories. Some say all the centaurs were killed in the battle and the giants turned to rocks. The Elves of course we're never seen again and their forest closed off.

  100 years since the battle for Elenore, of which 30 I have walked the earth and never have I seen walls of gold or rivers of ice. There is still magic but not like the stories tell it. We have red, green, violent, blue and above all black magic and not a single silver.

But there is a part of the legend that has been long forgotten. Only the ancients remember it. It was said that right before the royals were slain, the Elfish princess Sapphire had alerted her best friend, lady Allysha, the king's sister.

    Allysha along with four other royals had given up their magic, sealing it in a book right before their demise. The book was given to Sapphire who fled the city right before it fell, never to be seen or heard of again. No one knows if this is true and as for the book, it was probably long lost or destroyed for all we know.

I believe the legends are true. That one day Elenore would raise a leader. That silver magic would be restored and black vanquished. That the trees would sing again. Change is coming and I feel it. Something phenomenal is about to occur