Deep down under the running soil of the Five Kingdom, the Dwarven society lives in hidden peace. Their fearsome reputation continues to surge above the ground and during battles Humans and Ealves are fighting with terror in their hearts as they’re expecting Dwarves to attack with stealth.
While many knows only the blooded side of the Dwarven history, their ways of life can differ greatly from rumors.
The tunnels built in the ancient times are still untouched yet perfected by their inhabitants constantly. Only a few of the remaining Guardians know one of the greatest secrets of Dwarven people. The tale begins with a young Dwarf, searching for something in the name of love…
Under the ground, darkness rules. Light demises. Dwarves are used to the lack of light however they too need the ability of sight. Nature has been always gracious and has gifted the Dwarves with an uncommon source of light.
The ceiling of the tunnels are slashed across with deep cracks and cuts in the rock. Many times water would drop or vaporize from the openings disturbing the life of the undergrounders.
A few hundred years after the first Dwarven caravan had made home under the Five Kingdoms, strange crystals have begun to grow in the openings of the rock ceiling. Tiny, seemingly unharvestable blue pieces of crystals were spreading across the walls lighting up the way of the fractures across the tunnels. Dwarves cherished the appearance of the strange glowing gems and spent many heartfelt of nights sitting under them.
Once a youngling, his heart filled with love ventured towards the heights of the tunnel system. He was in search of special gems to harvest and to craft a necklace for his sweetheart. He roamed the burrows for many days but his hunt remained barren. Wasted of strength and fierceness he laid his back against the cold stone and released a sigh. Upon his eyes opened wide his sight caught a flickering blue light trapped between the stone.
Without giving it a thought he reached towards the gleam and begun to pick skillfully. Not much later he held a fingertip sized glowing gem on the midst of his palm. Realizing that he broke the ancients tradition which never allowed the Dwarves to pick the glowing crystals his heart dropped in fear.
His fingers closed around the blue stone as he felt the gem pulsating his terror grew. A strange feeling, as if the warmth would leave his fingers and transfer into the blue gem, had started.
Perplexed and startled he opened his palms as his heart sunk again and his breath stopped.
The crystal opened, revealing something unspeakable among its glowing shells.
A creature of tiny legs, arms and flickering wings appeared.
The young Dwarf cried up in his dismay. ‘A fae!’ He shouted and immediately covered his mouth.
His eyes wide open knotted into a bond with the glaring small eyes in front of him.
‘Thank you for awakening me, wise Dwarf.’
Spoke the fairy. ‘We’ve been waiting for hundreds of years. Only the touch of love can wake us from our frozen sleep, and as we waited you have found us.’
Later on the young Dwarf had shared his discovery with his people as they bathed together in the faerie’s blue vibrant light.
Ever since then Dwarves and Pixies lived in harmony and in a balanced coexistence. The pixies took care of channeling the water across the soil and taught the Dwarves new ways of shifting the rocks and grounds. They remain the greatest hidden treasure of Dwarven society, well guarded, kept in secret and never revealed.
