Soil Of The Dead

The patter of foot steps sound through the forest. Elves run under its canopy. They dressed light for their journey with barely any provisions and sacks filled with soil.

The mother tree Yggdrasil, home of the high elves had spawned 7 seeds, 7 children. Her children where scattered across the world. Her first child was passed onto the Fae the fairies. Her second onto the Mer the merfolk. Her third to the faun and dryad. Her fourth to the Dragonewt the children of dragons. Her fifth to the dwarves.

After the dwarves received her fifth child. Man became infuriated thinking them inferior and attempted to steal the fifth. The dwarves escaped descending into the depths. There they rebuilt and reared the fifth child away from the prying eyes of man.

Her sixth child was given to the orcs in the barren lands. Man then slaughtered and stomped out the civilization. The remnants of orcs became savages, uneducated and hateful.

Man attempted to rear the sixth in their lands. They grew slowly sickly and eventually withered. The land of man was polluted and stripped of life. Man tried to force their growth with everything from soil to magic poisoning them.

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.

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.