Kelvarlor Evenuin Lumeron Parlamonsul perched on the
boundary between the forest and the grass as though he were
balancing on top of a fence. Behind the boy lay Emerlyr, the
hidden forest realm of the Ellouarch elves. It was both his
home and the place from which he was fleeing. The night
woods were full of vergleam and twimyr and many other of the
thousand shades of darkness that the boy knew so well, but
the same woods concealed hunters who were quickly closing in
upon him.
Before Kelvarlor lay the Madlands, the forbidden domain of humans. The Madlands were a vast and terrifying landscape of open spaces, unnatural light, and rackety, smoking machines. Only the most powerful, desperate or foolish Ellouarch ventured into the Madlands. As much as any Ellouarch, Kelvarlor feared the Madlands. However, now that he stood upon the border, he felt a very odd and strangely familiar pull, as though a length of glimmerstring tied around his heart tugged him towards the frenzied dominion of humans. Was this pull an enchantment? Was it his ever-present urge to do what was wrong? He did not know, but now that he might be forced to flee into the Madlands, Kelvarlor was horrified to realize he actually wanted to go.
