Aeon's gaze fell to the gazebo's floor.
"To understand why we left, you first have to understand our people. Athurians are said to be the children of the gods, whether or not this is true is uncertain, but one would be a fool to doubt our power. What it is, we do not know, but something in our blood makes us naturally attuned to the forces of magic. Nearly all Athurians are born with magical ablility and the ones who aren't serve as those who trade with other nations if we need it, but they are trained very well to not reveal our existance."
"Long ago, when magic was viewed with suspicion, we lived in a beautiful city of silver towers. Nearby nations began to view our people as an enormous threat due to our power and our connections to magic. They began their assult on our citadel and we fought them off easily, as it is not easy to take a city when the very earth fights against you, the ground split open and fire spouted from the wounded earth, water formed where it normally had no place being and drowned whole companies of soldiers."
"That is... until the soldiers from a nation we later identified as Connlaoth arrived, they brought with them strange soldiers that we could not harm with magic, in fact, our magic was completely useless. Any spirits we sent after them cried out and were sent back to the void. After they arrived, everything turned for the worst. The other soldiers were able to easily take the city and we were forced to abandon our home. I am one who remembers the day, as we live long lives, almost cruelly so. I was sheperded out of the city with the other children protected by the Elders. We were able to set sail towards an island which held one of our old temples and libraries. I watched as everything I knew burned from the boat."
"We were able to reach the island and nearly re-create our lost city, although we lost much of our lore in the assult. We had agents who stayed behind for years to secretly destroy any text that the humans wrote about us, and apparently they did their job well as no person I have met remembers us."
Aeon looked up at Lyricia anticipating her response to his story.
"Do you wish to know anything else? Or perhaps your nephew... wherever he ran off to"