THE ENCHANTED VIOLA
Many centuries ago, when the world was
almost entirely covered by forests, there weren't so many people. There were
magical beings in large numbers and they spread their presence of light all over
the earth.
Humans migrated with some frequency, now
because of the rains, then because of the drought, or even due to the lack of
food.
There was one thing in common among
almost all the terrestrial beings, they established themselves near the rivers
because of the water, besides being sacred, it was and it still is the source
of everything that is alive in nature.
A clan coming from another place cleared
the forest, made noise, brought the fire, overturned old trees and built their
habitat, thus forming a village.
Every time the loggers arrived and
removed the trees, creating their clearings, the magical beings that lived
there for generations, also had to migrate, because once that their homes fell
to the ground, they ceased to exist.
The Elves could be of various colors,
tiny or giant, it doesn't matter.
It was in one of these days of
destruction of the forest that our story begins.
“A black day!” said the king Elf. “Let's
go or we are going to perish here, without the woods we lose the magic.”
An excerpt from the book.
https://www.amazon.com.br/dp/B01J6J23AU
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