*Sigh*. I got bored yet again, so I decided to tell a story that's been on my mind for some time now. It'll be the tales of an elven woman named Amedaeus, being told to a fellow at a bar by the elf in question. Most of it is set thousands of years past, except for the parts that return to the elf and the man, Alexander, sitting in the bar.

I really don't know how to explain this well... just read on, you'll see what I mean.

Prolouge to the Elf's Flight