Prologue: The Queen of the Elves

On the shores of the majestic Magical City of Lunaria, home of the mystical and wise elves, stood a house with a worn façade that looked abandoned, from which emerged a masked figure hidden under a hood.

It was the Queen of the Elves, Yesfiel Faephyra, the person who carried the destiny of an entire nation, a person who was loved and respected by all thanks to her contributions in the war 17 years ago.

The queen, who was always pure-hearted, honesto and noble, she changed when the situation warranted it and was as cold as any veteran general in the army. Which allowed him to easily carry out things like giving cruel orders or concealing his identity for some secret purpose, as he did at this time.

Leaving the worn-out house, the queen stopped momentarily, adjusted her hood and checked that her mask was properly placed, aware that any suspicion about her identity could endanger the nation.

On the lively street she was walking on, the queen could feel some curious looks from passers-by. Some looks were of direct distrust while others whispered wondering out of mere curiosity among themselves why someone was hiding in broad daylight. On the other hand, some children looked at her innocently thinking that her costume was cool, but she advanced with a sure and elegant step, as she always had.

Finally, after a few minutes, he arrived at the main square, where the annual Victory Festival was taking place, full of people and stalls offering various products. So the place was quite noisy due to the conversations of people, vendors offering their products, or discussions in some places and music in the center of the garden that animated the entire main square.

Also in a cacophony of flavors and diverse smells could easily perceive dishes such as empanadas stuffed with meat and spices of a characteristic warm and intoxicating aroma. You also looked and smelled venison grilled over burning coals in which the flavor of smoking mixed with the aroma of fresh herbs with which the meat had been seasoned.

As you went a little further, you could smell the sweet aroma of freshly baked fruit cakes that intoxicated with an aroma similar to cinnamon and vanilla emanating from them. In some places the smell of alcohol mixed with the fragrances of herbs and spices that had been used to flavor elven drinks was perceived. It was, without a doubt, a festival of delicious and tantalizing aromas that made anyone's mouth fill with saliva in anticipation of the flavors.

Like the exquisite fragrances that floated in the air with an irresistible invitation, a symphony of smells that called to every corner of the nose, from the ripe sweetness of wild berries to the subtle aroma of freshly brewed tea next door mixing with the delicious smoking of meat roasts that were cooked in nearby bonfires.

The bittersweet perfume of tropical fruits glided beneath the freshest note of freshly cut herbs, creating a truly harmonious symphony of flavors and aromas that made the mouth water and the senses sharpen making the Victory Festival an incredibly delicious and tempting spectacle for any palate.

However, the queen could not stay to enjoy the pleasant festival so she kept walking. About 5 minutes later, he stopped and started looking for someone in the crowd.

After a few seconds, he closed his eyes under the mask and concentrated. When she opened them, she undoubtedly turned to a plain-looking woman who looked in her 40s, with light gray hair, brown eyes, elongated ears, and worn clothes waiting for her.

"Did you get it?" the Queen whispered coldly.

"I've done it," the woman confirmed. "It's all here, as you ordered," the woman said as she handed him a small leather bag.

The queen smiled slightly under the mask and gave the woman another leather bag in response, while hiding the one she had received. "9 Rils, isn't it?" said the Queen.

Answering no more than a nod of the head, the woman took the bag and retreated nonchalantly. The queen, with one last furtive glance around her, went back into the crowd until she was lost in it.

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In the center of the Great Magical City of Lunaria, was the castle in which the Faephyra family, the royal family, lived, which was the home of Yesfiel Faephyra. Its slender towers seemed to touch the sky, and the battlements that surrounded it made it look imposing and majestic.

As the castle was built of white stone, it had a clean and elegant appearance, and its walls were decorated with meticulous ornaments made with the skill of the elven master builders. The main gates of the castle were made of oak wood, filled with careful carvings on its surface. When crossing them, you reached a large central courtyard where a marble fountain stood out in the center surrounded by a beautiful and well-kept garden full of blue and red flowers.

Around the courtyard, were the different buildings of the castle. When you looked up, you could see the magnificent main hall with its high ceilings and large windows that illuminated the place with natural light.

In the vaults of the ceiling you could see epic scenes from the history of the elves with golden candlesticks hanging above the hall.

This castle was for any inhabitant of Lunaria a dream place, combining beauty and elegance with the strength and power of an imposing construction that proudly represented the greatness of the elves.

In that same place, in one of the currently empty bedrooms, a sudden glow brought with it a hooded person wearing a white mask on his face.

When the person removed the hood and mask that concealed his identity, Yesfiel's long and characteristic white hair spread gently to his waist.

In her now discovered face, what stood out most was the constant blue glow that emanated from her eyes, which combined perfectly with the white dress that shone blue in some areas, beautifully and elegantly adorned with silver and gold that magically formed at her will.

On his head, also with a glow, a precious silver crown was formed that had diamonds encrusted on it. Suddenly, as if they had always been there, rings appeared on Yesfiel's hands, each of a different color: a white ring on the left index finger, a blue ring on the left middle finger, a purple ring finger, a green one on the right pinky, and a red one on the right index finger.

The moment the five rings found their place, they began to glow faintly and emit a soft hum. Yesfiel then felt an energy run through his body, and a sense of power and strength grew within him.

Suddenly, inscriptions in some ancient language that seemed to be a strange spell began to form on each ring and stopped shining, without taking away the power and strength they had just granted.

Once dressed as the queen, she left the room and calmly went to the garden, when her most loyal servant and who could be called her right hand, quickly stopped her with an expression of utmost concern.

"Your Majesty, excuse my rudeness to appear like this in front of you, but it's an urgent situation," he said, barely preventing his voice from trembling.

"Don't worry about it, Reinhard. If it's so urgent, just go ahead and tell me," the queen said calmly.

"It happens that... Gone are the Magic Annals, our nation's most important and sacred records."