Many Centuries Ago
"Listen to me, my successor" Basker began staring down at the boy who would one day take over his place and be the next foundation for the future. A bargain this boy was... because of his father, but now he was the very fate that would tie this place together for eternity.
"This forest that surrounds the Holy Library is as old as this place, they came together into existence and it must be treated with respect. This forest is known as the Elven Woods"
"The Elven Woods?"
Basker nodded his root head. "This forest was created by the Elven tribe you see," he cleared his throat. "The Knowledge of the Elven tribe is forbidden and under no circumstance should it be released to the world, it should be kept in the Northern wing, am I clear?
"Yes Master" and then there was a pause from little William. "Do the elves still exist?"
