The Prologue

The Prologue

Seven thousand years ago, the world was arid and rugged. The hands of God had already shaped it once, but not yet the second time. In the western sea, a small island supported the greatest kingdom of the age. That island was Avalon, ruled by the just King Oberon. Oberon was well loved by all the peoples of Avalon: fairies, elves, men, dwarves, goblins, and grey wraephs. His dominion over them was needless, for they would have done anything for him. Cainites from the east visited their fair isle but were an unruly and cantankerous bunch. They were held with contempt by the peoples of Avalon. When the fairies, Oberon's own blood, swiftly and violently dispatched the unlawful foreigners. Oberon, in discipline of his own people, the fairies, commanded them into the world of men, into the population of Cainites, to better understand the men of that world. It was not only to gain compassion for them, but also to appreciate the threat they posed to Avalon. So, the rulers of Avalon, the fairy folk, did leave Avalon for a thousand years. Oberon was a just and holy god and king of Avalon, but as soon as his headship departed from the land, evil inceived. Enestri, a woman who had lived in Avalon for more years than any man knew, had been practicing black magic in secret for all those years. She enchanted and took charge of the dwarves of Tellen and Sahn. She called them all to gather around Sahn. The elvish folk, sensing the ensuing evil, withdrew to the north woods of Shen. The grey wraephs had served Oberon faithfully. That was, in fact, their purpose in living. They were the only peoples of Avalon created by Oberon, for Oberon. They had, by this time, lost their purpose in life. They lacked guidance. Then, Xyan came...

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