"In the shadow of forever, tucked up in the sleeve of time,
Lies a land where Elders gather, painting sunsets so sublime.
Creators of this beauteous land, I sing and give this Song to You.
Spirits great will call Our name, as worlds are crafted by Our hand."

A tale often told to the young Spiritsingers of the Wilde, to give them relief
from their studies...

Long ago, when the races began to establish themselves in the First World,
there was a small village far outside the Basin of Life. This village was
inhabited by people of many kinds, in many forms and in many races. They lived
a quiet life- some were farmers, some merchants, and the boys of the village
always dreamed to one day grow up and become warriors.

The village was positioned on a road between many cities of the area, and was
often a hub for travelers of all kinds. None paid notice to the small girl with
the flaxen hair and brown, sparkling eyes that quietly purchased lodging at one
of the village's inns. She was only seen going to and from the forest to the
east of the village, though none paid her mind due to the many strange
travelers that had passed through their home.

The child lived there in the inn for many months. She always wore the same
garb- a plain, tattered green dress stained with dirt. A group of children grew
curious of this little girl, and one day silently followed her into the forest.
The girl sat down in a a glade surrounded by large oaks and poplars, and
patiently waited.

A few moments later, a glorious stag emerged from the brush, its glowing amber
eyes focused intently on the girl. It towered almost four times her size, with
a white coat that glowed with a supernatural silver. The antlers of the beast
twisted intricately, ending in two-hundred or more points. The girl gave it a
peck on one of it's front legs- she could barely reach up and touch the stag's
head.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find Him soon", said the little girl. "You know
how He often likes to go hunting. We just have to keep looking." The stag
responded to this with a melancholy shake of his head, spraying the leaves off
of branches hanging overhead. The girl giggled and patted his side, and the two
walked back into the gloom of the forest. The boys returned quickly home, too
disturbed to say a thing.

A few weeks later, disaster struck the village. The fields all withered without
warning, and a flock of crows descended swiftly on any seed the farmers planted.
The village had very little left in the way to maintain it's livelihood. The
girl watched from the nearby forest as a group of elfen villagers debated
heatedly in their language over what to do.

"Oh dear", she whispered. Her stag companion emerged quietly behind her, and
nudged her softly on her shoulder. She sighed. "I suppose I must. You know I
don't like doing it, though. It's so much more enjoyable to live this way,
without people fawning over you!" The stag insistently released a soft, echoing
bellow. The girl scowled at him and shook her head in an annoyed fashion, flaxen
locks of hair flying everywhere. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes,
achieving a state of inner calm. A soft silver glow diffused her form
momentarily. She smiled softly and patted the stag on his nose before she
walked slowly to the village.

As she passed the group of arguing elfen villagers, she lifted her voice in a
lilting lullaby. Soothing reverberations slowly filled the air, taking on the
light and gentle tone of a maiden, far outside the range of such a small girl.
The villagers blinked as if in a daze, their argument quickly forgotten. The
girl smiled in a self-satisfied fashion and continued down the road to the
south of the village, to the fields.

When she arrived, several farmers demanded to know what she was doing so far
out of the

village. She smiled serenely at them and asked, "Do you wish for your fields to
be restored? Do you wish for me to restore them to the way Nature intends them
to be?"

One farmer grunted. "Of course we do, child. You speak as if we can do
something about it, though."

Another farmer was skeptical. "What can you do? I understand that you're the
girl who lives alone at the inn. Who are you?" His question was slowly echoed
by all the others assembled at the fields.

The girl smiled calmly at them. "So be it", she said in a vibrant voice.

The girl brushed some locks of hair from her face and lifted her head, arms
raised to her side. She broke out into a gentle song in an unknown language,
and the air around her thrummed with the power of it. The tattered dress she
wore slowly restored itself, becoming a beautiful dress of vibrant green that
shimmered in the light of the sun.

The crows that filled the nearby fields all looked up in response to her song,
but did nothing. Moments passed, filled with the thrum of power and the stares
of wondering villagers. The girl heightened the volume of her song, almost
coming to a crescendo. To the northeast, the treetops of the forest rattled and
shook violently as a swarm of birds shot into the sky and flew towards the
fields, resplendent in a rainbow of colors.

Hearing this cadence, the crows cawed in raucous protest and took flight as the
birds landed amongst the fields, their voices lifted in twittering birdsong that
weaved seamlessly with the girl's voice. A blue jay perched itself on the girl's
shoulder and sang in a deep voice that one would never find in a bird, "Ayns y
enmys dy Trialante, shinyn goaill arrane! In the name of Trialante, we sing!"

The land beneath the men and birds steadily flourished, and rapidly forming
clouds released drizzles of rain. The combined sound of the rain, the birds and
the girl filled the air with a vibrant chorus. Plants took seed and grew wildly
around the fields, painting the ground a rainbow of plant life. The air boomed
with a crescendo of power as the giant stag trotted up behind the girl, and
released a resounding, unwavering bellow.

All of the villagers gaped in awe, fell to their knees, or wept openly at what
happened before their eyes. The land restored itself seamlessly to the song of
the little girl, as if

Nature itself sang in harmony with her. Everything- the skies, the ground, the
waters- it all seemed cleansed and pure by Nature's blessing. The cadence of
the girl slowly quieted and wavered slightly.

The birds of the field took flight, twittering happily as they returned home.
The crows that once haunted the fields were nowhere to be found. The blue jay
on the girl's shoulder hopped onto her arm, singing praises in quick birdsong.
The stag nuzzled her affectionately.

With a happy smile to the villagers, the girl and her two animal companions
were consumed by a blinding silver glow and shot into the heavens, leaving
behind a testament to Nature's beauty.

A lone, lengthy and pure chime pierced the skies at the girl's departure,
heralding Mother Moon's ascension into the heavens.