Deep in the Elven Forests. The Northern Realms.... A young elf of Seventeen pushes himself to the max trying to tap the magic of the Faery World. Frustrated and annoyed at his lack of succes, he is about to launch into his medataion, when his mentor, an Arch Mage of supreme ability, tells him to leave. "Go" he says "Go and learn the ways of war. Talk to the Forest Elder, Elril. he will help you set out on your path."
"But what about my training?" asked the boy in a slightly anxious tone.
"Your training is now in the art of war. It will aid you to attain the physical and mental skills required to advance in your quest to mastery of the magic arts."
With that the young elf stood up and left the cave where he had spent the last ten years of his life.
News quickly reached all corners of the Elven Forest about his return. A feast was held, and his familly was once again reunited.
The elven boy waited one whole year, getting accustomed to the forest again, before he decided to join the hunting party his younger brother was already a part of.
This decision he knew, would affect the rest of his life. None could have geussed his future would have been so important to all nine realms of green Terra.
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