"I have something to show you." Neila took Isolde into the sea of candles. They arrived before a candle with writings on the stone.
Isolde gently went on one knee, dropped her spear, and looked at what was written.
This city was once known as the City of Gold. A domain of prosperity and love. Its people were protected by the Golden Fate Weaver, the Mother Elf, an elf that took in all races and treated them with love.
From a small town, it grew into a small city and this small city became a vast metropolis, the only place in the universe where all races were treated as one, a place of peace.
But the creeping darkness came. A curse that turned this city into a place of sacrifice. Many had tried to rid this city of its curse but their light always failed.
No light was bright enough, resistant enough, persistent enough to expel this curse and so every few years people were brought to the slaughter.
