In the heart of the ancient village of Arboral, um sábio e enigmático elfo de

In the heart of the ancient village of Arboral, um sábio e enigmático elfo de nome A horse, whose gray hair formed a curly halo around his head, lived in a residence high up in a majestic tree. His pointy, wrinkled ears bore witness to the passing of countless years., over 120 to be exact, in a world where elves usually live for about 180 years. While he was drinking his coffee without rushing, A horse contemplava o panorama além de sua janela, from where you could see giant trees that almost touched the clouds, providing one of the safest environments for its species. The reddish sky, gradually losing its hue, announced the impending twilight. The Arboral village, surrounded by colossal trees, rose in the hollows of these natural wonders, offering safe haven to the elves. A horse, with his hunchback and hoarse voice worn out by time, he observed wisely the scene that unfolded before him. Distracted by the village routine, he barely noticed the small commotion downstairs. Your eldest grandson, Zeo, had just returned from the capital of the kingdom, Investigate. Without realizing it, your youngest grandchildren, small, gray-haired creatures full of energy, ran frantically towards him. "Infinity, tell a story!", cried the little elf girls, her red tiaras standing out against her short gray hair that almost covered her green eyes. "Grandpa can be a scary one", joked the little elf boy, imitating a monster while settling on the other side. A horse, known for his sarcastic personality and pranks, did not miss the chance to surprise. "bem, I have an ideal one for the occasion. Have you heard of the Azerian kingdom??", provoked him. The little elf girls covered their pointy ears, hiding among the wooden furniture, as the boy jumped up and down with excitement, aware of the approaching terror: the story of the fallen kingdom, that haunted the nights of the little elves. "Marelia, better..