Póki co mam mały tekst o historii Daikinee, czyli leśniaków
(niestety po angielsku)
The history of the Daikinee has origin in the imagination, perpetual
through the magic and will be finished like a day that is completed.
There is no trace of the Elves before the Age of the Rebirth.
Theirs first steps in the history are described in storys of the other
people. About the memory of the Daikinee, it starts in the
moment in which a couple of brave warriors left the Emerald
forest searching for the God of the Dawn.
( written as a tale )
Aoh, the spirit of Every Life,is gone mad. In form of winter, he sends his warriors to petrify the Neverending Forest.
But Eakhyn and Earhe, spirits of Quiathayran, are watching.
Eakhyn, God of the Dawn, left to fight Winter with his faeries.
Earhe, goddess of the Sunset, asks elves to protect Quitharyan and left to heal Aoh.
When faeiries return, Eakhyn is disappeared.
They has won Winter, but the God of the Dawn has left with an infinite sadness in his eyes.
Everyone understand why when Earhe come back home.
She carries in her the pain of Aoh and give birth to an enormous beast, Wisshard.
Wisshard is damned by an enoromus hungry he tries to calm down by eating every creatures he meets.
Earhe is too sick to fight aganist the monster, and faeries are eaten one by one.
Only Eakhyn could kill the creature.
So the brave elven warriors left their home searching for the god of Dawn.
( tale stop )
They are these warriors that the other people meet in the beginning
of the Age of the Rebirth. The Keltois is without doubt the first
intelligent beings that they intercross: the legends of Avagddu bring
back of fatate creatures who came to infest their dreams searching for their immortale king before that the Druni made the same in their nightmares.
The Dwarven storys are preciser, because even in that age they
conserved written trace of the more important events. Theirs arch
describe great warrior, more graceful of the humans and
with long ears. These had for along time rambled between
the Aegis mounts, searching for one of them.
The passage finishes when they leave to face pitiless snows of
the later tops higher and come back some week after : many between
they are dead, but they equally find the courage of leaving
towards their native land.
