Prologue
Elves are everywhere. Over in the trees, you can sense their presence by the trailing plant stems conjuried by your fellow wandering elves. Maybe perhaps you are a snow elf, and the ice and wind is your home, and you leave footprints in the whiteness to show your fellows you are there. Then again, you could be a healer, or a elf of one of the elements, letting wisps of gold mend those broken, and dance in the flames, or converse with the sea. You could be a master of staffsmanship, or swords, and whenever an enemy, such as a wolf, approaches you, just a glint of your ivory cane or your silver blade sends them running.
Or you could be of our winged folk, the elves without pointy ears and with wings and much more magical... of the water you may be, of nature, you may live. The faeries are only another type of elf in my eyes, with wings carrying them on high.
Now, which are you? An elf or a faerie? Maybe both?
Listen to this story, dear children, of elves and faeries alike... of Freya you will learn, and you will follow her life. Decide which one you are, dear children, and decide if you will fight or fall alongside Freya...
