In the eastern block (where "The Kingdom of Montesis," "State of Zephyria," "Kingdom of Eldoria," "Forest of the 7 Kingdoms," "The Ether," etc., are located) lies one of the 11 wonders of this world: the Fountain of the Eternals.
It is said that in ancient times there was a small group of warm and pleasant refugees—smiling, strong, and firm—with very specific characteristics like pointed ears, piercing gazes, firm voices, and beauty unmatched among men and women. They are said to be direct descendants of the Supaibi. Though they were few, their immense talent and skill with lethal weapons and magic earned them many enemies.
But in that era, there were very few like them. Humans, for some reason, belittled and almost envied the elves' talents, rejecting them outright. This small community was persecuted and banished from everywhere. Yet, like the Supaibi, they had a powerful connection to what I would call the source of the ether—the place from which all the world's ether flows.
They heard the call to a new home and set out on a path filled with bloody sacrifices and sorrow. Many left bodies behind: children, siblings, mothers, spouses. All those brave souls pressed on with their heads held high toward a dream clearer and truer than water.
Some were buried amid icy storms, endured hellish trials, and only a handful remained among the survivors. But each one who fell somehow gave strength to the next, fueling an even fiercer belief in the dream of reaching the promised land. Unexpectedly, the source of hope for this small group came from a teenager who survived unscathed thanks to her parents, the former elven leaders of the Fael'Quessir clan—later named the parents of elven freedom.
Though her mother was hanged and her father's head was decapitated before her eyes, revenge didn't consume her, nor did anger take hold. The purity of this young teenager made no sense in such a cruel world. As an elf, she could be nearly immortal, and at her young age, she should have been playing with other children like her. But no—she accepted her duties as clan leader and guided them all on a journey only she could envision from the start. To some, her soul seemed not that of a child but as ancient as an ancestral tree.
And her name was Queen Nivara Calginia I.
Blessed with unparalleled beauty on the face of the earth and a tenacity worthy of respect in the face of adversity, she blindly heeded the call of an unknown yet graceful and kind entity. Once, in a deep dream, she let slip the name of that mysterious being: Inocency.
And did all the effort pay off, you might ask?
Well, when they reached the promised land—a vast but ravaged expanse—what they found fell short of their expectations. Still, Calginia I insisted on seeing beyond the burned lands, dry lakes, and dead flowers: an entire landscape utterly destroyed by corruption and wars. On their journey, they rested beneath an unusual cave. Its corridors were like labyrinths in the dark, teeming with kobolds, bats, and dangerous fauns that moved as swiftly as darkness flees from light. Relentlessly, they searched for an exit, but every path led to a dead end. Hope of finding that paradise faded; their once-firm eyes grew clouded and weak with the despair of endless flight and death.
Fear—that which they seemed immune to—shattered their illusions and unshakable optimism like sand slipping through their fingers. But Calginia's faith, though tinged with doubt, never wavered in its existence. In an interrupted dream, like a branch snapping in two, she saw the way. She roused the others, now skeptical of her words, and they chose to trust her one last time. They reached a wall, and once again, murmurs of wasted time arose. Placing her hands on the cold stone, she spoke slowly, her pauses revealing the fragility of a heart feigning maturity under an immense burden:
"Fallen light from a fountain, here we stand before you. Right here, you called us, and there is no other path," she said between tears. "Please, have mercy on us."
Silence fell over everyone at the pleas of their future queen, the one who seemed most certain of her actions. She was still just a 200-year-old elven teenager, burdened with responsibilities beyond her years, and they all saw her weep desperately. Though she kept repeating the shame she felt for her poor choices, she stood firm to avoid seeming as lost and confused as the rest. But in that moment, something happened that changed everything.
A century later, the elves—yet to raise their golden kingdoms and still hunted by humans and other monsters—saw the rise of a revered and heavily guarded place within the elven nation, the most powerful nation in the world: the Kingdom of Zephyria. That sacred place was a fountain—a hidden site where magic and glory intertwined like fated lovers, a place that transformed everything.
In that hallowed valley, amid crystal-clear rivers and trees whose leaves whispered the world's secrets, two mighty souls met: Élenar, the Prince of the Sword, and Nivara Calginia I. Upon her rise as supreme queen, she was dubbed the Maiden of Tears. Crowned as the first elven queen to lead the elves to earthly glory, they became the second race after the Supaibi to wield true influence in the world. Lands like Montesis, stretching to the southernmost reaches—possibly near or through the Kingdom of Eldoria, then southeast past the Forest of the 7 Kingdoms, and finally to the Kingdom of Tordontos in the southeastern corner of the eastern block—fell under elven territory and public domain.
All enemy nations had to accept that the elves now held their heads high with the world's mightiest army. Soon after, many nations began mimicking their war strategies, leadership, rules, and even the hierarchy of their soldiers. Their wealth surpassed what any other nation could dream of amassing. They made enemies across the other continent, but they were untouchable—too powerful. They controlled nearly 60% of the eastern block continent.
But a second wave of corruption opened the gates of the underworld, gradually forming the Forest of the 7 Kingdoms through years of war. The elves ceded lands to gain allies—even human ones—for no elf in this world lacks a deep-rooted drive to ensure their species' survival. They would give anything for it, a commitment Queen Calginia I proved by dying on the battlefield, leaving her descendants to rule.
King Élenar, her husband, was the most feared warrior of his time, forged in a thousand battles with no purpose beyond war. He, too, fell beside his beloved. Though they were opposites—compassion and love against rage and violence—they found a magical synergy, their union in love giving life to a wondrous little creature: innocent in Calginia's eyes, yet a cold, calculated force in every clash for her father, Élenar. She was his greatest pride and a reason to die.
Nivara Calginia was the heart of the elves, the only elf able to commune with the world's very essence: the ether. Their paths should never have crossed, but fate spun a different tale. It's said that when enemy armies arrived, the elven kingdom of Zephyria was doomed. Yet, at the heart of that sanctuary, Élenar and Calginia clasped hands and, in one breath, fused their love by reciting a potent seal's mantra together. A burst of light engulfed the valley, and when it faded, only a golden glow remained in the water—an echo of their eternal bond that would forever cleanse their lands of corruption's taint, freeing them from any need for the Supaibi's aid against anything or anyone.
From that day, elves who drink from those waters inherit their ancestors' greatness: Élenar's indomitable spirit and Calginia's timeless wisdom. A statue was raised in the name of the Maiden of Tears, a reminder of what she meant to the elven people. And that is why they named this place the Fountain of the Eternals.
"Or so they told us."