A long time ago.
In a very distant era.
There were three tribes inhabiting the coast of the eastern continent.
Giants, wolf-men and snow elves lived in harmony.
Well, the tensions between giants and beast-men were undeniable, however, it was never anything serious.
One day, a giant named Prometheus met an elf named Persephone.
He was walking his herd of auðumbla as always when he found the elf in his path, who was picking flowers.
The giant was immediately captivated by her beauty.
And clumsily tried to start a conversation.
The woman was kind, with a sweet and captivating voice, they quickly established a relationship.
Each day they met in the same place, until the frozen season, winter, arrived.
There were no more flowers to pick, Persephone had no reason to come that way.
Or so he believed.
However, the woman kept coming, saying she liked walking there anyway.
Days passed, and Prometheus became aware of it, the woman was weaker each day.
