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"The flowers.. they.. they dont bloom here like they used too, back.. at home..."
Long before kings wore crowns or swords drank blood, the world tree Yggdrasil stood eternal. Its boughs stretched across the heavens, roots tangled in time, and from its veins, the Elves were born—shaped by nature's memory.
They were not one people, but many:
Spritelings, no taller than a farmer’s shoulder, wise in herbs and insects.
Heartsingers, tall and regal, who wove songs that healed bone and stone alike.
Oakborn, towering and wide-hipped, their steps slow but world-shifting.
And then the Giantkin—those like Aralali— striding feet of natural grace and starlit strength.
The Elves built no empires. They guided, healed, and watched—midwives to the world, not its masters.
Then came Humanity. A fire that walked. Brilliant, tireless, unsatisfied. They crafted iron dreams and split mountains, wielding magic like a blade. The world sang under their fingers—until the song soured.
When the king of men saw the Giantkin walking barefoot among flowers taller than towers, his heart curled like spoiled fruit. Fear disguised as wisdom birthed lies. Whispers turned to orders. Orders into war.
The War of First Betrayal lasted decades. Elven roots were scorched. Human cities fell beneath stomping feet. But neither side won—the war only bled the world.
A truce followed, brittle and bruised. Borders reopened, but hearts did not. Fear lingers still, like mold in old wood.
And in that mold… new rot grows.
An underground trade took root. Elven flesh—especially giantkin—fetches a high price. Their bodies are durable. Their magic potent. Their silence… profitable. Shackled by steel and spells, they are passed like relics in back-alley bazaars and palace vaults.
This is the world Aralali wakes into—where kindness is a currency no one carries anymore.
But deep beneath chain and collar, Yggdrasil still stirs.
And something ancient is waiting to grow back.
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Part 1
In the beginning, there were only trees.
Roots as wide as rivers. Leaves like lanterns in the sky. And at the center of this sleeping, breathing
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