The beginning of a search nobodies ever heard or seen of.
A Mooring was a record keeper of the times. Jasmine was in charge of putting together this tide years book. She had pages and pages in piles on tables. Each Mooring brought scripts of happenings from there areas. Jasmine’s job was one of the most honored in the keep of words. The Keep of Words was a small grey stone fortress in the valley of the sleeping elves. Well actually it was on a floating mountain well not really floating but the mountain in the middle of the valley was so high it breached the clouds. It looked like the keep was floating in the air. Down below in the valley it was push with green vegetation. Jasmine had red curly hair and freckles on her face. She had green eyes with long eyelashes that highlighted her eyes. She was slim it reminded most people of pole. She usually wore a white cotton shirt tucked into dark brown swayed trousers. She had a brown robe that dragged on the floor that kept the chill air out. Her personality was bright and it seemed to make her glow with life. She was a small woman in her twenty years. She had taken the Mooring oath at age sixteen and had seeked the stories of the land. Mooring were wanderer’s who would collect the legends of the different lands and traveled the world. They were looking for the secret to wake the sleeping elves. The funny thing is that they were said to be in the valley and yet no one has seen an elf in sleep or roaming the land in a very, very long time. In fact no one was exactly sure what happened but they new the elves were sleeping and there was suppose to be a way to wake them. The Moores came some centuries before and were told by a magic user it was there job to find the key to waking the elves but he never was exactly specific on how they were going about it. It was a small order at first and as they started to go from town to town asking about the legend of the elves and how to wake them, they became an oddity and soon others seek-ed the Moores out to try to find out who they were and where they recited. Soon wooden structures were built in the valley.
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