Aleena streched her arms above her and unrolled a large artwork found among the Shrine of Inil, it was kept in storage for years until now. Running her hand across the features she smiled....a painting that was depicting her connection in the valleys of her homelands... -----------------------------------------------------
Long ago, in the old continent, the most religious white elves would walk long pilgrimages a
long the tops of valleys. They would travel for weeks, silently keeping to themselves in silk robes. A line of devoted priestess and priests, visiting the coldest peaks of elder mountains, to pay respects to the mysterious hidden Shrines of Inil,...
One of them is said to be in the high mountains of Bolvaryia Valley, yet no human has ever climbed high enough to see it, for no mortal had the nymph ability to walk on fresh snow then the elves..
For many years in their early childhood, the half white-elf siblings, Elijah and Aleena, would stay wide awake in the late hours of the night, looking out the attic window. Hoping to see a glimpse of this mysterious but pure event, their ethereal bloodline, the white elves.
Aleena wanted nothing more than to understand these priests. To see if her yearnings of the moonlight and her brother's tendencies were due to this hidden connection? To discover their secrets of Inil and to see what great wonders lie beyond the Light?...