Alistalia

Before Cataclysm (B.C.)

Alistalia, the ancestral homeland of the Elves and Fae, was a realm of unparalleled beauty and harmony, a paradise untouched by the strife of the world beyond. Enchanted forests stretched endlessly, their ancient trees glowing softly with an inner light that seemed to pulse in time with the rhythm of the land. Crystal-clear rivers wove through the landscape, carrying the songs of the Fae and the whispers of the Elves to every corner of this sacred domain. Above, skies shimmered with vibrant auroras, as if the heavens themselves celebrated the serenity of Alistalia. In this utopia, nature and magic were inseparable, each sustaining and enriching the other. The Elves, masters of wisdom, art, and ancient knowledge, lived in harmony with the Fae, who embodied the vibrancy and whimsy of life itself. Together, they shaped a civilization unmatched in elegance and unity. Cities of shimmering crystal and living wood rose seamlessly from the earth, while monuments carved with flowing runes celebrated their deep connection to the natural world and their long-lasting peace.   Yet, despite its seeming invincibility, shadows began to loom over Alistalia. Strange omens foretold a disruption of the balance: stars falling from the sky, tremors that rippled through the land, and winds carrying whispers of distant calamities. The Fae grew restless, and the Elven sages delved into ancient prophecies, uncovering cryptic warnings of a great upheaval. Though some dismissed these signs as mere portents, others could feel the land itself recoiling in anticipation of what was to come.  

After Devastation (A.D.)

When the Cataclysm struck, it was as if the heart of Alistalia itself was torn asunder. Temperatures plummeted, and an eternal frost claimed the once-vibrant land. Snow buried the enchanted forests, and rivers froze in their tracks. The shimmering auroras dimmed into cold, unfeeling streaks across a darkened sky. Faced with the harsh realities of their transformed homeland, the Elves and Fae split in their responses.   Those who remained in the frozen wasteland, bound by loyalty and defiance, became the Ushiromuki—“those who look behind.” They adapted to the brutal environment, their magic shifting to mirror the harshness of their surroundings. Meanwhile, the Maemuki—“those who look ahead”—chose to leave, seeking refuge and hope in the lands beyond the Endless Ocean. The division marked the end of Alistalia's golden age and the beginning of its legacy as a land of eternal winter and lost dreams.   Now, Alistalia stands as a frozen testament to nature’s fury and the fragility of even the most harmonious societies. Its haunting beauty remains, a stark reminder of what was lost and a challenge to those who dare to tread its frostbitten paths.