Quick Tales

In an age long past when gods still walked among mortals,
the forest known as Elvendom stretched across half a continent.
A haven for ancient trees with gnarled branches that
reached toward the sky, their leaves rustling whispers to those who dared listen.
These woods were home not only to nature's wondrous creations but also an array of mythical creatures: faeries,
centaurs and even dragons.

As time passed however Elvendom began its slow decline.
Crops withered under a blanket of mist, rivers turned stagnant
and the trees' whispers grew fainter. Eventually they fell silent altogether
until nothing remained except scattered stumps surrounded by an eerie silence.


Centuries later in this desolate landscape,
a small village had grown around what was left of Elvendom's ancient heart.
Wraithhaven stood at its center, a testament to the resilience
of humans who refused to abandon their forebears' legacy. Here they lived amidst
ruins and whispers that still lingered on windless days.

Eira Stonebrook grew up surrounded by Wraithhaven villagers'
tales of Elvendom's dark past when malevolent entities roamed free.
Her curiosity about the forest only deepened as she spent more time exploring
its crumbling edges. Unbeknownst to Eira, her destiny was intertwined with
the very heartbeats that still resonated through these woods.

One fateful night after a particularly grueling harvest,
Eira decided it was high-time for an adventure into Elvendom's depths.
She gathered supplies and said goodbye
to the skeptical villagers who warned of dark forces lurking within.


As she ventured deeper, shadows twisted around her
like living tendrils. Trees seemed to lean in with their bark-covered faces as if listening,
and Eira felt a creeping sense that something was watching from just beyond sight.

Suddenly an arrow whizzed past and thudded into the tree before
her eyes could meet its archer's gaze.
A figure emerged, dressed head-to-foot
in tattered black robes adorned with rusty iron talismans. The air grew colder still,
and Eira sensed a malevolent energy emanating from this mysterious being.

'Stop your prying,' he growled in an ancient tongue she struggled to understand
as his hand hovered over the arrow's shaft, 'or face what dwells within.'

Eira hesitated for only as long it took her breath
to catch. She raised hands holding a small pouch of silver dust,
a gift from Grandmother who swore its power could calm even darkest forces.

This was met with derisive laughter and an eerie
glow creeping up his fingers.
'Foolish mortal, you dare think such feeble charms will keep me at bay?
I am Thrain the Unseen – Wraithhaven's protector.'

Eira opened her mind to listen as he began
to speak of Elvendom in a language that resonated within. The woods themselves seemed
to awaken and whisper tales of forgotten lore,
of ancient wars, curses cast by wronged sorceresses.

Thrain led Eira through hidden paths where once-gleaming streams flowed silently again.
He showed her the ruins' secrets: doorways leading nowhere but to whispered truths;
stone statues that gazed upon long-forgotten battles;
and a temple dedicated solely
to an ancient goddess who had wept for Elvendom's demise.

In this sacred place Thrain revealed his true purpose – not protection, as Eira believed,
but preservation. He was the last of Wraithhaven villagers' descendants entrusted with keeping balance within.
A delicate equilibrium maintained by blood ties to both humans and forest dwellers alike.


Era had reached a crossroads: continue down her own path or forge an alliance
with Thrain who held ancient wisdom, power over whispers in woods,
and secrets hidden since time immemorial. As she pondered this choice
the moon rose above Wraithhaven casting shadows that stretched across Elvendom's heart.

In the silence Eira sensed a whisper of her own name carried on windless air.
It beckoned – an echo from beyond mortal reach, calling to those who dared enter and explore,
as whispers in ancient woods whispered secrets anew.
She chose Thrain as guide for what lay ahead;
a partnership forged through shared purpose: reviving Elvendom's splendor
and unearthing the mysteries of Whispering Woods.

For centuries Wraithhaven villagers had been living with a faint hope that one day their home might flourish once more.
Eira, now bonded to Thrain and his dark yet ancient power,
embarked on an epic journey through time. Together they unraveled threads
of forgotten lore woven within whispers in the woods.


Time passed as seasons changed from winter's icy grasp
to springtime blooms bursting forth like Elvendom itself awakening.
As their bond deepened, Eira discovered hidden strengths buried beneath her own doubts and fears,
and Thrain revealed facets of his character long concealed behind a mask
of darkness.

United in purpose they faced challenges that pushed them to the very limits: battling malevolent entities
that sought domination over forest dwellers; negotiating with centaurs who had grown wary;
even calming ancient dragons, guardians since Elvendom's prime.


Thrain and Eira led Wraithhaven villagers back into their ancestral home,
teaching forgotten skills of harmony within nature. Through shared experiences
they forged bonds between humans
and mythical creatures that once coexisted in peace.

As whispers grew louder still – an ancient language only understood by those with the heart to listen –
Era's destiny intertwined forevermore.
She became Wraithhaven village elder, a beacon guiding generations through secrets and mysteries whispered within Elvendom
while Thrain continued his sacred duty: maintaining balance between humans,
creatures of myth
and whispers that dwelled in ancient woods.


One day as the moon rose high above Whispering Woods Eira stepped into their heart.
A silence fell over all, broken by her name carried on windless air once more. In this moment she knew
her journey was only beginning – for within these whisper-filled depths lay secrets waiting to be uncovered,
and whispers that still beckoned those who dared enter and explore anew.