Unknown.
As the old
white-haired wizard approaches the village of the Tomen he feels a twinge of
regret. For the last 10,000 years they have been without the use of the well
other than the healing elixir it provided. It was partially his fault he
thought to himself as his gray robe flowed down the path to the meeting. The
Tomen had given him the name "Eyes of the Wise" but most of the
villagers just called him wise one. But he liked his old name Keel better he
didn't appreciate the fact that he was the oldest living Tomen by about 9900
years and the fact that he was immortal really got on his nerves.
10,000 years had not
done much for his looks either he looked about 70 with long flowing white hair
from his face and head there wasn't that sick anymore and the weather bothered
him more and more every year. One of these days my joints were free stiff he
said out loud to no one in particular and then when I make a cute statue and up
probably locked me in the village meeting hut so they can hear my opinion when
they want to and not when they need to.
The meeting had been
called by him to inform the elders of the village that the Murka were growing
in power and would soon be too strong to just ignore. The villagers thought him
crazy for without the fist sized pearl on his willow walking staff and the
matching one that hung from a large chain around his neck he was blind.
As he approached the
largest at in the middle of the village he was greeted by the head of the
elders Von. "What news do you bring us oh Eyes of the Wise?" "I
don't want to cause a alarm without discussing it with the rest of the council
first" replied Keel.
As he entered the hut
everyone hushed. There was 11 elders around the table in the center of the hut
including Von who I just taken his seat they all looked at him with mixed
feelings. Some thought that he was genuinely crazy and others thought he was
just senile. Only Von realized how serious this whole thing must be. "You
must prepare to defend your village" said Keel. No one even flinched. The
Morca have grown too big of a threat to ignore anymore and they rally around a
new leader for war. "And just where do you get your information from"
said a skeptical elder. "From the well" said Keel "he told me to
prepare its people for the final conflict" "Oh bosh" said a
elder "the well hasn't talked to you or anyone else in over 10,000 years
and I think it's all just a tale we tell our children any more".
"You're just crazy" he said.
Keel had told himself
that this would probably happen but he hoped that they would believe him.
"I warned you" he said "that's all I can do right now but do not
take this message lightly" he said your children and your children's
children depend on united actions of this whole village to protect them and their
birthright as keepers of the Elven trees.
"Get out!"
Screamed a red faced elder "you are senseless warnings are of no concern
for us. The Morka haven't been bothersome to us for some time now they aren't
even in the woods around Trees Keep anymore.
"Listen to your
own words fool" Keel said, and turned and left on one motion.
