The symphonic clangs of hammers against anvils on Anarient forges resound in the early morning air as the first streaks of golden rays break out unto the horizon. The rays greeted the waking elven populace of Hailawen Sanctuary which were just beginning to emerge from their low-built wooden cottages to bask in the first hours of daybreak.
Sentinels shuffled hastily out of their barracks to replace shifts as their respective Enforcers trudged on the sidelines barking orders. Bands of rangers and hunters trickle in and out of the Sanctuary and into the woodlands as numerous shops open their doors for the day's customers and fishermen ready their boats for the eventual venture at sea. Younglings ran to and fro, living their childhood to their fullest while young apprentices attend the Royal Etessien Academy.
Soon enough, the warm morning air carried on the soft-flowing melodious hymns of Seren's priestesses emanating from their temple. Their liquid voices echo throughout the Sanctuary and into the heart of this ancient forest like whispering veils singing a song of soothing calm and everlasting harmony for all Sylvans to hear.
The Hymn of the Morn had been sung and the Sanctuary had stopped and listened. All had taken the prayer's message to heart as a few gazed intently upon the distant human colonies or far unto the horizon. Blessed by her words, they abandoned all fear, abandoned all doubt. For these is the land of the Sylvans, their last bastion. And it shall be theirs until the last Sylvan utters his or her final breath and welcomes the call of the Crystal Goddess.
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