It has happened...
In 2019, a war had broken out in the world. But no one expected that a crazed occult lunatic found something of great power and used it to unleash the one thing mankind thought didn't exist. Magic has returned to the earth. Upon its arrival came many beings and people. But as a cost, the world as it was known in those days have vanished.
Now it is 2919, or 900 AE. After Earth.
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In a rather large peaceful settlement, one that has bordered a large forest that was once one of the largest cities in the world, a recluisive Elf had emerged from his forest home to turn in some pelts and earn money to receive more arrows for his bow. His Emerald green eyes looked around the area as he walked to the trading post and proceeded to do business.
"Ah Zaldir, the usual pay I presume?" The keeper asked the silent, white haired elf. The elf only nodded in reply and proceeded with what the humans called trading for a living. The pay was same as always it seemed, 4 bags of gold per pelt. Zaldir shrugged and took his pay before walking back outside, trying to make sure nothing strange had occurred. He turned his head and looked at the calendar as he sighed and chuckled.
"First year of adulthood has started eh? Happy birthday to me then." Zaldir muttered as he pondered if he should get something to treat himself with.