The tale of the enchanted forest in the innermost part of the Kingdom. Where
the whispers of the ancient trees intertwine with the mist that covered the landscape,
the ancient and enchanted forest rose majestically. His magic was not like that of
the globins with their cheating spells, nor like that of the lost fairies in
the mist, but was protected by the most powerful spirits of all of the
air, fire, water and earth. The spirits of the air, with
their invisible wings, danced among the branches of the soft whispering trees that brought
with them the freshness of the wind and the promise of freedom. Noroldras.
Observers and sages took advantage of this power to navigate the skies with their balloons,
letting themselves be carried by the air currents to unknown destinations. The spirits
of fire, with their fiery radiance, lit the darkest nights with flashes of
light and heat. The noroldras, respectful of their power, used the flames
to forge tools and keep the bonfires on fire, which provided warmth and protection
on the cold nights of the forest. The spirits of water, with their
ethereal fluidity, filled the streams and rivers with their crystalline essence, giving life
to every being who lived in its depths. Norlidres, skilled, fishermen and
navigators knew how to tame the turbulent waters and obtain sustenance from the generous waters
surrounding their home. The spirits of the earth, with their unshakable solidity,
held the foundations of the forest, with its interlocking roots and imposing mountains.
The Norollas, in harmony with nature, cultivated the fertile land and carved their
homes on the rocks, thus honoring the strength and stability provided by the land.
In the midst of this magical setting, the noroldras found their place knowing
how to take advantage of the gifts of the spirits to live in harmony with
their surroundings. Thus they woven their life among the whispers of the wind,
the heat of fire, the flow of water and the solidity of the earth,
demonstrating their respect for the natural powers that surrounded it. Noroldras, unlike
us, did not possess their own magical gifts, but they knew how to
take advantage of the blessings of the forest in an exceptional way. Their ritual
customs were so unique that they were fascinating to those who observed them. From
afar. In those times, our kingdoms were allies and in a gesture of
friendship, the grandfather of the Sayana erected a majestic prey for them to distribute
the crystal clear waters of the forest. This construction was erected as a symbol
of peace and collaboration between the two peoples. To commemorate this alliance, a
great meeting was organized in the forest, in a place that resonated with ancient
and mysterious whispers. Although I was hardly a child at the time it was
an honor for me to be part of the celebration. However, what was
about to happen took us by surprise, submerging us in a mantle of bewilderment
as the inhabitants of both kingdoms shared moments of joy and camaraderie between the old
trees and the flashes of light. A sudden twist of fate threw us into
chaos why and how. Nobody knew. Suddenly. We were under an unexpected
attack and the soldiers of both nations faced each other in a bloody battle,
which resonated with echoes of ancient prophecies and forgotten secrets. Tragically, that flat
' s grandfather fell into combat. His figure faded into the shadows of the
forest. His loss unleashed the wrath of the forest spirits. Ancient beings who
had remained silent for ages. With excessive fury, they unleashed their power and
magic upon us, unleashing strong winds, torrents of water and avalanches of rocks,
as if the very bowels of the forest. They were crying out for
revenge in the midst of despair and the roar of battle. A sweet and
mysterious voice echoed as an echo of forgotten times. An unknown savior emerged from
the shadows, guided by forces beyond our comprehension. According to Elsa Yana'
s father, that voice rescued him from a certain death, although his identity
remained wrapped in the veil of mystery, when Elsayana' s father regained consciousness
after the attack later told him how they were dissipated covered by the mysterious mist
as if they had fulfilled a hidden purpose for which they were summoned. But
the questions persisted in the air full of magic and danger from the forest.
Who was this unknown Savior, why the spirits of the forest had risen in
Ira and, most disturbing of all, what secrets this ancient place kept in
the depths of its forests. Shadows since that fateful day. One of that
fog wrapped the forest, closing its borders and leaving them all outside. That
night he returned as king and until today the fog persists preventing the entry and
exit of any intruder. While this fog provides security, the mystery of what
happened that night and the reason for the betrayal of the noroldras, despite the
gift of peace, remains unresolved. Everyone wonders if the forest will ever wake
up from its lethargy, if it does, they must be prepared to face
the danger that threatens security. The mystery envelops the forest and its inhabitants and
everyone wonders why the Norollas attacked after receiving a great gift of friendship. Will
the forest ever wake up from its deep sleep MM. Only time will tell
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