“This swamp, Elara, it murmurs secrets. You must simply écouter- listen closely. The ley lines converge here, but that's not all. The legend…une belle histoire, a beautiful story, of Aradia, the Moon Goddess, and Kealen, the first of our kind, echoes within these very trees. They say they loved each other deeply, their spirits entwined like the roots beneath our feet." He paused, allowing the weight of the story to settle. "But a sorcerer, consumed by jealousy and steeped in black magick, cursed them. He tore Aradia from Kealen's arms, banishing her to the lonely orbit of the moon, her light forever out of reach. And Kealen...he was bound to the form of the wolf, forever yearning for his lost love.
Declan”