Enaurakain; Land Foresaken, rewrite

I will tell you a tale set in the land of old, Enaurakain.

In the far northeastern corner lies the Kingdom of Traith now peaceful, but once it was split by the petty wars between the Druid and Wiccan people. The Wiccan tribes based their beliefs on Paganism, prayed to the Sun god, Moon goddess and the spirit of the earth. They believed in harnessing natures power for their own devices. They were basically human, only that they had a strange way of influencing nature. They could cause flowers to flourish, weeds to wither and weather to serve them, however they did not have the long life of the Druids, who live an average lifetime of 700 years. The Druids, did not pray to the gods as the Wiccans did. They believed in no such thing, thinking that the earth had occurred as trick of nature. They preferred scientific reasoning, and closely studied the art of alchemy and magic. This difference in beliefs led to huge battles between the people, each convinced that their own power was the greater. However when Narfaril, joined by creatures from the netherworld unleashed its rage against the free peoples, the two clans joined forces. Coming quickly to the aid of the Elves, who were already engaged in combat with the evil sorcerers’ armies. The Druids/Wiccan became invincible, biding the elven armies retreat and let them stand alone. The Elves complied, unwillingly they stood back, allowing the two tribes to take the brunt of the attack. They watched the two orders stand side by side at the border of the free land. As the Elves clasped hands in fear this was the end, something amazing happened. Channelling through their protectors was a force no being could contend with, and the threat of Narfaril was thrown back.

As the Elves rejoiced they noticed that the Druid and the Wiccan now faced each other stonily. All was silent. The Elves gazed upon the sight uneasily, fearing new conflict, but it seemed a mutual agreement had been reached. Brehaima; son of the Druid leader, bloodstained and battle worn stepped forward. Then Maykindré fairest daughter of the Wiccan royal’s stepped forth to clasp his hand. And so they wed, signifying a unity between the races that would last forever more. Soon Maykindré bore Brehaima a child; Menith, from whom Maya is a direct descendant. And so began the race of the Druicans.

Since then the Kingdom of Traith and all its people have had peace, living in their impressive home of Sincrain. A huge impenetrable fortress, guarded by magic. No enemy could ever hope to enter it, unless they came as a prisoner. Sincrain consists of six forms. One central pinnacle surrounded by five other spires. At the heart of the pentagram of buildings is the Sincrain Centrum. This is where the followers of Maya live. Come and you will see that encased within the stone pillar is a huge cityscape that rises to the height of the tower covering the inner walls like a giant ant farm churning with activity. A daunting sight indeed. Don't let this intimidating spectacle lead you to think that Sincrain is a place of chaos. On the contrary it is quite the opposite; the running of the city is well organized and its people are an extremely helpful, friendly, trustworthy race. The order of the city is and never has been broken. This is due to the leadership skills of Kelfar, a man of grand stature and strong will and who prides himself on being precise in all matters.