The Elven Book of Good and Evil

In the shadowy depths of the ethereal realm, there dwelled a dark elf named Zalgar. Haunted by the echoes of his past and consumed by a thirst for power, he wandered through the darkness, his heart aching with loneliness.

But amidst the chaos of his existence, a glimmer of light pierced the darkness—a human woman named Elara. With her golden hair and eyes as bright as the stars, she captured Zalgar's heart in a way he had never thought possible.

From the moment they met, Zalgar and Elara shared a forbidden love—a love that defied the boundaries of race and convention. They stole moments together in the shadows, their passion burning like a flame in the night.

But as their love blossomed, a rift began to form between them—a divide that could not be bridged. For Elara's heart belonged to another—a high elf named Yavanna, Zalgar's own niece.

Yavanna was everything Elara had ever dreamed of—kind, gentle, and full of light. She tended to the gardens of the ethereal realm with a love and care that knew no bounds, her laughter ringing out like music in the air.

Despite the pain it caused him, Zalgar could not bear to see Elara's affections directed towards another. Consumed by jealousy and despair, he vowed to win her back at any cost, even if it meant destroying everything she held dear.

With dark magic coursing through his veins, Zalgar unleashed his fury upon the ethereal realm, laying waste to everything in his path. The forests burned, the rivers ran red with blood, and the very earth trembled beneath his feet.

But as the realm crumbled around him, Zalgar realized the true cost of his actions—the loss of the one he loved most. For in his blind rage, he had driven Elara further away, sealing his own fate in the process.

With tears streaming down his face, Zalgar looked upon the love he had once knew. In that moment he knew there was no turning back. He had become the very thing he had feared most—a monster consumed by darkness and despair.

And in his last moment he command the remnants of his dark warriors to retreat. Although he longed for the ethereal realm to fade into oblivion, Zalgar was left alone in the darkness, haunted by the memory of a love that was never meant to be with a blade in his chest. with his last breathe he watch his beloved niece and lover-ex-lover hand and hand.