Text Box: The First Beast. In the early mists of time when there were no beastmen. The age was dark and hostile, wars between war bands ravaged the lands, the Elves aligned to the land were trying to fight off the humans and the greenskins. Both the Humans and the Greenskins were looking to clear woodlands for building materials and also to create pastures for their wild stock or their grains. The earth wept with the pain, and called out for protection. This message found itself with an elderly elven witchdoctor, he spread the word to his people who took up arms to protect their life giving lands. In the years that followed ferocious battles were fought with little avail for the elves. The Humans started to lay down settlements and started to build hill forts to help fight off the elves. They also started mining the local mountain sides for metals to make stronger weapons, they cut down more trees to make more weapons, and to plant more crops for their growing numbers. The Spirit animals of the land looked upon this with anger and pain, but could do nothing. It wasn’t until a young elf known as Kestrel and his small group of warriors were riding south through the great forest, that things were to change. They were ambushed by a large group of Goblins, out numbering the elves almost five to one the Goblins felt assured that they could easily win. Kestrel knew that he could not win in these conditions, so called a retreat. As they charged into the older part of the forests he was sure he caught sight of a kestrel that flew only a few feet in front of him, as the others looked around they saw their own spirit guides by their side, This feed them with courage. As the forest grew darker and the undergrowth thicker the spirit guides seemed to glow a shine brighter guiding their way. The goblins soon started to fall behind. All of a sudden the elves burst out of the thick undergrowth into the most spectacular grove. The site took their breath away, the lush plants blossomed with summer flowers with colours that can only be seen in dreams, the water that flowed down the shallow waterfall was so clear you could see the individual scales on the fish that swam in the small pool. A green light shone through the canopy so high above. The elves looked in awe and felt the magical feeling that swam around the area. Kestrel looked over to the branch where the kestrel sat, it’s gaze fixed upon the waters, it raised it’s head looked directly at him then back to the water. He looked to the rest of the elves, who all seemed to have had a weight lifted off them, he spoke to them in a calm and trusting voice. “I believe we have been led to salvation, I cannot pretend that I understand what is happening. However I trust the spirits do. I believe they want us to drink of these waters.” When he finished the youngest of his group, Rayen, stepped forward and then she spoke, “My farther has spoken of such places, this is one of the sacred groves, a place where the spirit world and ours cross borders, only the favoured are ever even shown these places let alone allowed into one. If the spirits wish us to drink from these sacred waters then I will not question their wishes.” The rest of the group stepped forward and agreed. Kestrel and Rayen knelt down next to the water dipped their hand into the water, which sparkled with every colour, the rest of the group followed suit and knelt by the waters edge. Kestrel lifted the water to his lips and started to drink. He felt the warmth of the water slide down his throat, he started to stand, and looked towards his spirit guide which spread its wings and took off and shot straight at him. For a second he wondered what it was doing. The others, having just drunk watched the bird fly towards him with mouths wide open. The spirit bird struck square into his chest, the force knocked him backwards about four foot. He sat stunned for a couple of seconds, then pain shot from every part of his body. As he started to scream with pain the others looked upon him with fear, all apart from Rayen who strode towards her spirit guide, a mountain cat. The cat sat and the jumped at her, the shining white light as it collided with her shocked the others as she fell to her knees. She lifted her head to the sky and clenched her teeth in pain. As the others looked around they took the examples of their two fellows and faced their spirits. Text Box: Navigation HOME PEOPLE LINKS STORIES THE TALES OF AGES

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