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Title: Journal for Leila
Area: Storylines

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Her mind hadn't wandered too awfully far and she read over the few lines she'd finished. Most was an introduction for Leila, telling her of what would be written and why. Those were for no one's eyes and ears but her daughter...and whomever else Dustbunnie might choose to show. It was now that she came to the heart of the material...or perhaps, the basis of everything that would come. The need for the Mysts, naive as it might have been. Drastic measures usually were. Then would come Khadiss, the first man to Hear the Mysts...to feel them..to be touched and changed by them. And then, eventually, her own story. But that was more difficult to write.She leaned her head back a little and briefly examined what she'd written so far, then nodded to herself and continued. The words were not all her own. The story was not her own. But she would tell it as best as she could remember, and as close as possible to how Preirin had first recited...

Faerie...the Mysts... How does one clearly explain? The Mysts are a magical boundary, dividing Faerie from the land of men, where we now exist. They were erected by the great Sages of Faerie after too many disheartening, brutal encounters with mankind. This was long before the time we live in now. Long before any of us existed. Long before most dragons of today were born. And the story only exists by being passed from the lips of one generation to the next because one's history is a necessity, though told wrong it could breed all sorts of atrocities.

Here she stopped in her writing and bit her lip. To have known Preirin and Serric, to have seen some of the others who came and went, the slender elven children, to have traveled in their lands...the thought of what had befallen so many centuries ago was still upsetting, whether they were her people or no. She glanced down to the delicate chain upon her ankle and smiled wearily. He'd always said she must be fae.

There was a time before the land of men and their derivitives and this was when Faerie spread its borders far and wide. It wasn't the tyrannical monopoly of land that one might see today where each inch is fought over and the people within wage their own small battles for the smallest scrap to call their own. The elves were gentle and peaceful...and most still are. When the Land of Men was born, by whatever act of Fate, the elves approached them with joy and curiosity, offering gifts of wine and gold, beautiful jewels and the teaching of skills. The men reacted in both awe and horror, some dazzled by their beauty, their knowledge and wisdom...but all thought them gods and feared their wrath. That is...until the first Fey was slain, and his blood poured forth before the Human who had killed him.

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