Across the multiverse, in a different reality, there exists a world of magical beings. There are many kinds of beings living on this planet, most of whom joust for power over mortal men. One type of magical being is the elves.

Once the men of Te’Redo arrived on the continent of Legrass they encountered the elves living in the forests, mountains and acid rivers of the land. The elves were most densely populated at the forks of the acid rivers, deadly bodies of water which flowed with corrosive stuff that could peel the flesh off a man in seconds. The elves transformed the toxins of these rivers into drinking water by magic, and created new species of fish and eels that could live within the lethal depths.

At first, especially in reaction to the sight of elves fishing by their acid rivers, the men of Legrass were impressed with what they saw. They offered to ally with the elves if the latter would teach them magic. The elves, however, refused, and cast a mighty spell on all the invading men that caused them to die agonizing deaths on the field of battle. After one such genocidal encounter the men retreated from the acid rivers to the far corners of Legrass, where they founded villages that grew into great cities.

One morning, a man called Seevon left his city on a journey taking him as far as the acid rivers. On the third day of his travels, he met his first elf.

The elf, whose noble horse and weapons put Seevon’s to shame while hawks and doves flew overhead, smiled at the man. The elf’s ideas on common courtesy were a bit strange, to be sure. In elven culture and lore, an elf is supposed to give food and gifts to strangers, but sometimes that doesn’t happen. In this case, the elf (whose name was Reed) attacked Seevon on his horse, charging him up a hill to smash into his shield like a berserker.

Seevon was thrown back, but managed to hold his great shield up. The elf Reed, still mounted on his horse and yelling and screaming, charged again. Seevon fled in terror. Reed stopped chasing, laughing and mocking the fleeing man to his back.

Years later, Seevon had a son named Baruth. Baruth was a beautiful youth of seventeen with purple eyes and muscular biceps and triceps. When Baruth was hungry one day he went down from the city to the fields where the farmers tended their crops. Baruth was an amoral man, vicious and destitute, and he seized the crops for his own use, threatening to kill the farmers of they intervened. The farmers were so cowed by the impressive youth that they begged him to take what he wanted, only leave them alone.

It was about this time that Baruth spotted a gorgeous virgin standing ankle-deep in creek water. She had been throwing stones for her own amusement, watching them skip along the surface of the water to plop off at the end. Just as she picked up another stone to throw, Baruth came by.

Despite being an attractive male, Baruth only wanted to rape the girl, whose name was Clove. Baruth grabbed at the top of Clove’s dress and attempted to yank down on the fabric, to expose the breasts. Screaming at her maximum volume in the middle of the creek, and beating at Baruth with both hands in frantic exertion — no one heard her, alas — she eventually succumbed to his superior strength and was forced to lie with him.

During the rape, Baruth impregnated Clove with a boy-child. Clove attempted to abort the child using ancient herbs and medicines told to her by the midwives of her villge, but this attempt failed. Eight months later, she gave birth to a baby boy, whose face had purple eyes.

Baruth came back to retrieve his son. At this time Clove was deeply attached to her baby and refused to yield him up. Baruth towered over her. With a gargantuan punch, he smashed Clove in the mouth. The baby she had been holding dropped to the earth, where Baruth scooped him up. Clove, bleeding from the mouth and in much pain, watched as Baruth absconed with her baby boy. Helpless to react, facing imminent shame and death, she almost died in mortification. For a hundred years after Clove’s death, her spirit walked the land, wailing and moaning, thrashing her own white ephermal hair and calling out to her baby boy to come back. THE END