"After our home crashed down on this planet, my mother told me, our ancestors were hunt down by humans and they fled. The world they had entered was a harsh one, and without adapting our race would not have survived. Faelith, the self-shaper, knew. She sought out the company of rude, harsh-looking creatures she called wolves and learned to live with them. She even mated with them. And so we settled, far away. "But we were not allowed to stay. Cold, harsh winters made the herds move away from us and both elves and humans starved. The humans, afraid of their High One, organized a war party to satisfy him. Many elves died in the High Tree Massacre, and again, we had to flee. "For many, many moons we wandered through all kinds of nature and in the process, the pure blooded elves gradually disappeared and gave way for the more adapted Wolfriders. This is their world, now. There is no place for pureblooded elves, anymore. "Tired of moving, we finally settled in a small valley amidst many hills, on the edge where the deciduous forest intermingles with the pine forest. The forest is vast, but the light touches the holt where the river ends. As the day dawns, the water and the surrounding area is covered in a thick, low-hanging mist. "Wary of both humans and trolls, we stand strong and force this holt to survive. Most of the Wolfriders do not even recall what happened so many moons ago and know only this holt as their home. They will defend it with their life because they don’t know anything else. "But I do. I remember. I know the past from my own eyes since Wolfheart was chief. And I will keep the memories alive forever."     ~ Taellin (also known as Flashback), memory-keeper of Mist Valley Holt.