15-11-2003, 17:46
Hithin Tathar gazed high over the beautiful plains, the wondrous forests, the gleaming stars from the balcony that was positioned on the highest spire of the Golden Monastary. An Elf, he and his fellow kindred had left the ancient forests that were being destroyed by Human encroachment and 'civilisation'. They had purposed instead to make their own, new paradise.
The wind was cold, chilling and strong. It blew around Hithin's hair. His cheeks went white as the blood vessels contracted.
A priest approached him from behind.
"High Priest, the messages have been sent around the world."
The messages the Priest spoke of were invitations to visit Valnar. For them to observe the land and its people.
"Good, you may return to meditations if you like."
The voice was full of kindness and contentment. Valnar could calm any soul.
The wind was cold, chilling and strong. It blew around Hithin's hair. His cheeks went white as the blood vessels contracted.
A priest approached him from behind.
"High Priest, the messages have been sent around the world."
The messages the Priest spoke of were invitations to visit Valnar. For them to observe the land and its people.
"Good, you may return to meditations if you like."
The voice was full of kindness and contentment. Valnar could calm any soul.