The mother tree Yggdrasil, home of the high elves had spawned seven seeds, Seven children. Her children were scattered across the world, each attended by a different race.

The first child was attended by the Fae. The second by the Mer. The third by the faun and dryads. The fourth by Dragonewts the descendants of dragons. The fifth by the Dwarves. The sixth was for the Orcs and the seven would go to Man.

The fifth child entered dwarven hands, and Man who thought themselves superior were outraged. They attempted to claim the fifth from the dwarves. The dwarves' grasp was proved too strong for Man. The dwarves then entered seclusion deep within the earth out of the reach of man. Where light could not touch and the world's eyes could not pry.

The sixth child fell into orcish hands. Man in their prejudiced hate and greed nearly exterminated the Ocrs. Their civilization was burned and crushed under man's might. The land was dyed red and the air thrummed with wails of the dead and dying.

Under man's attendance, the sixth withered to dust, poisoned by the land. Man had stripped the land of life. Polluted the ground, water, and air. Man saw no fault in their actions.

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The mother tree mourned the loss of her child and promised to never let another child be taken by man. At the time of her seventh Childs spawn, man entered her forest. They burned everything and slaughtered the elves. Many elves escaped some acting decoys for the seventh. Man gave chase cutting them down and capturing many.

The seventh was not found. After being ran through by cavalry an elf forced the seventh into his wound. The Elves were stripped and all they brought was torn emptied and their bodies piled.

The entirety of the mother forest burned and the high elves extinct. The event would be known as the great blaze.

The Fae had long struggled at the hands of man. Their border was shaved away over centuries and within days it broke under the tides of man.

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The first sent its caretakers away with resolved to die. Every attempt to chain the first to their will failed. Many men's spirit and body were crushed. Ultimately The first was too burned by man.

The Mer were caught in net, pierced by metal and struck by magic. The second was ripped from the sea bed splintering. Man dredged the weakening second up to land and began dismantling the still living tree while The Mer fled, taking with them splinters of the second.

The third was uprooted and hauled onto the back of a Titan Terratoise by the dryad and Briarvro. The faun traveled up the continent through the barren lands to the northern coast. There the Briarvro sacrifice their bodies to create a raft large enough to carry the fifth and surviving faun out to sea.

The fourth was untouched residing in the inhospitable hot lands.

The fifth stayed hidden long out of mans reach.

From the moment of spawn, the seventh watched the world around them. Feeling its surroundings with invisible hands grasping at people, their hands their face. They felt the warmth of those who carried them.

The seventh could not hear but they felt the elves emotions. First came joy and then came fear. The seventh did not know why they felt this way. Pain sudden and unceasing, the seventh was filled with the pain and complex emotions. Fear resentment and hate flowed like rapids threatening to drown them.

The little window of the world the seventh had, shut abruptly. It was cramped and wet with a rhythmic beating. The emotions quieted and the warmth chilled. After a while the rhythm stopped and the world seemed to shift. Faint emotions could be felt, disgust and ecstasy.

The seventh reached out with difficulty. They saw a man with a warm smile. Your different the seventh thought, short ears but the same hands. The man brandished a knife. The seventh watched unable to do anything as the man cut the elves ears. The seventh Remembered every elf's face the man grabbed. Why, the seventh wanted to scream.

The man climbed into a wagon and dropped a sack at his feet, a fabric with floral patterns dyed in crimson. He reached inside and his smile deepened as he took out a small hand. Another man whipped around and retched over the side of the wagon, a scene bore into his mind replayed.

The seventh retracted into himself feeling cold angry and alone. All the emotions they felt rushed around in their mind.

The world got colder and the seventh felt empty. They had seen very little and knew nothing of the world and when they tried to think they were filled with confusion and rage and despair. The seventh learned of hatred and death.

After many years the sevenths mind grew still. The corpses of the elves rotted away and from a mound of earth and bone A black sapling with blueish leaves sprouted.