In my travels I have been to many exotic locations, seen many extraordinary things, and exposed myself to a multitude of cultures ranging from odd to outright bizarre. Few I can say have intrigued me as much as the wild elves native to the southern island known as Elysia. Elysia is an island about eight-hundred kilometers south-southwest from the shores of southern Kalraden (the home of yours truly). The weather there ranges from mild in the winter months to sweltering at the peak of summer, which is to be expected of its lush, tropical climate. Though the islands are prone to hurricanes for nearly half the year, I was assured by my guide and Elven translator, Allani, that she and her people get along just fine each year, suffering minimal injuries or casualties. I took her word for it; it was still only the early spring so I likely wouldn't see any hurricanes during my brief stay here. One of the first things that I saw when I got off the boat that ferried me to the islands was the lush jungles and the Elysian architecture that dotted the treeline throughout. Many people, when they think of elven homes, imagine crude mud holes, its residency sleeping in detritus. Elysians, I've found, are actually some of the most skilled survivalist I've ever seen. To avoid the dangers that hurricane season brings, most specifically the flooding that has been known to over take the entire coast in the most dire of rainy seasons, the elves here construct elaborate tree houses in and around the massive forests that stretch through the island from mainland to coastline. Allani took me on a tour through the village. The tree houses came in a few shapes and sizes. Most of them required ladders, ropes, or even pulley systems to be able to ascend into them. Everywhere I looked there were smaller shelters built along the thicker tree branches. These were called “eska”, meaning “home.” They were tubular, appearing as some sort of mixture of a bird's nest and a wasp hive, and most looked to be constructed with a combination of wood, vines, and leaves to provide shelter from rain and wind. These, I was informed, were personal huts, used by visitors or Elysians seeking personal space for one reason or another. The houses I was shown next were large wooden structures constructed around the trunks of the larger and more robust trees. They resembled something like a longhouse, except they were circular in shape and were much better crafted than the smaller personal tube shelters. These structures, called “ureska” (“large home”) were communal houses where a majority of the tribes lived and slept. The walls and ceiling were made of wood that was bound together with vines or woven grass then covered over with leaves to prevent rain from leaking through. The ureska that I was in even had a system of wooden funnels designed to catch the rainfall and divert it down into large wooden drums down on the ground that held the water so it could be used for bathing, cleaning, cooking, and drinking by all. I was taught by my guide that these ureska are the corner stone of civilization for Elysia's wild elf tribe. The elves here are extremely communal, sharing almost every aspect of their life with each other. Elysians hunt and gather in packs, eat as a group, sleep in group piles in the ureska, and even start and raise families communally. “Where you are from, a man and a woman have a child and you raise them in a house, separately but similarly to others within you tribe. Here we are all family to each other.”, Allani explained to me. When I didn't quite grasp the concept she laughed, though not unkindly, at what must have been a look of confusion on my face. She pointed to a young boy, no older than eight or nine years old, in cloth shorts that was getting his long, black hair braided by a woman in a loin cloth and a chest wrap. “That boy is my son.” She then pointed to a young woman who looked old enough to be in her late teens but no older than twenty. Her skin was caramel and her hair was the color of hay. She was helping a group of boys and girls around the same age as her clean the younger children with towels and water that came out of one of the large drums. The young girl and the others like her chattered and laughed in Elven, too fast for me to catch what they were talking about. Allani smiled and told me that those were all her children as well. When I asked if she had given birth to them all, she shook her head but explained further. “I did not give birth to them but I am still their mother, just as every woman here is their mother and every man is their father. Everyone here is family. One family.” I understood what she meant then as I continued to watch the elves around me. Almost everyone seemed to be performing some sort of chore. A group in one area cooked some large animal on a spit over a large fire pit. Another group carried baskets full of clothing, towels, and other assorted cloths, presumably to wash them. I guessed they must have been clothing used by the entire community; they all dressed in variations of the same set of clothing materials; leathers, bones, woven cloths and other things found or made from what was around them. The largest job seemed to be taking care of the many children of the tribe. Like every other chore, they did this as a group collective as well, working together to teach, entertain, and organize the little ones who, like most children, were full of vigor and curiosity for everything around them. In a way the natives of Elysia reminded me of ants all working together for the good of the entire hill. Allani kept me busy for while longer, introducing me to the T'chlani, the elder of the tribe, a man whose leathery, wrinkled face and toothless smile meant he had to be absolutely ancient among the elven community. He didn't speak a single word of my language but he was quick to greet me with a surprisingly strong embrace and a kiss on both my cheeks. He spoke and Allani translated, letting me know that the chief was happy to have me as a visitor and that I would need for nothing while I was a guest here. I only need ask. I thanked him for his hospitality and apologized for my loose grasp of his language. Allani assured me that her translation of my words was well received. She spoke truthfully if the tight farewell hug that he gave me, then her, was any indication. I was led around the island for the rest of the day until it was time for dinner. I noticed very quickly that the entire tribe had seemed to show up for this meal. I asked Allani if every meal was like this and she shook her head. What I learned was that the evening meal was one of the most important parts of the day for the wild elves here. When the sun sets almost everybody puts away their work for the day and gathers in and around the village ureskas to eat and commune with one another. A man in a long tunic passed me a wooden bowl with a soupy concoction inside. It's texture and taste was similar to that of porridge or oatmeal but with a hint of flavor that I assumed was from some herb or vegetable that had been added in. It was a little bland compared to the food back home but it was filling and there was enough that everybody had enough. After dinner was finished, a few of the elves were content to engage in personal hobbies. Some of them busied themselves with toys and trinkets while others quietly talked. I noticed that a majority of the elves seemed inclined to cuddle and sleep in small piles, similar to how some animals in dens keep warm. Within the hour the floor was lined by men, women, and children all sharing the floor in a somewhat haphazard, but surprisingly tranquil manner. Instead of excusing myself to one of the small eska shelters I decided to share in this particular experience since I was feeling exceptionally tired after such a busy day. The natives just laid down where they were when they were ready to sleep so I did the same. I had just enough room to lay on my side next to a young woman whom I didn't recognize from dinner. She was thin with smooth, dark skin like mahogany. The side of her scalp was shaved; her hair fell over one side of her face like a dark waterfall made of silk. I must have accidentally awoken her with my movement because her eyes were glancing at me in a sort of half-sleep haze. She stared at me a little, not out of hostility, but rather curiosity. There probably weren't many humans on the island. The few that came here were just traders on ships that were passing through. She must have decided that she was okay with me since she rolled over, put her back to me,nestled herself against me, then fell asleep again almost instantly. Surprisingly enough I slept quite soundly through the night, only awoken a couple hours before dawn when the shy young elf next to me extracted herself from me and my amorous hands that had slipped up her chest bindings in my sleep. I apologized clumsily in her language but she simply ran off. Her feet padded quietly around and through those who still snoozed on the floor. I went back to sleep but awoke again about an hour later as men an women gently shook people awake or nudged them with toes until they stirred. It was still dark outside but it seemed like the day started early in Elysia. It was likely to avoid the worst of the heat. During the summer it could reach over forty degrees Celsius by midday. Fortunately, the summer months were still a ways away and the weather would be mild. In addition, the jungle canopy would provide some protection from the sun's rays. Allani found me after I took a towel bath and presented me with some more of the oatmeal-like substance and an apple whose sourness was quite welcome to my palate to offset the blandness of the soupy grains. After I ate my guide showed me around some more. The first place she took me was to a nearby clearing where men, women, and children tilled the ground and prepared it to grow crops. The adults supervised the younger ones, teaching them how to clear away weeds and care for the seedlings that were being deposited in the dirt. Allani told me that she and her tribe mostly hunted and scrounged for food. The jungle provided everything they needed. Traders from a little over a decade ago had convinced them to set up farms for their flourishing population. The tribe's attempt at farming had been largely successful, giving them plenty of food, with surplus being traded to Kalraden, Sayd, and other nearby countries. The wild elves of Elysia largely eschew traditional riches, seeming to prefer tools, materials for clothing, and weapons instead of precious stones, gold, or other things we consider treasure. That is not to say that the Elysians do not value beauty or art. Allani herself wears an assortment of wooden beads on a leather thong around her neck and her wrists are decorated with carved bone bangles. I've even seen multiple men, women, and children with piercings in various parts of their body, showing off intricate bone and wood accessories. I'm told that these jewelry pieces are all handmade, usually by the wearer. Some are considered good luck charms and others are said to stave away mischievous demons. Some still are simply trophies, remnants of a successful hunt. Over the course of the day, my guide took me to see more Elysian landmarks and sites of interest. Most of our time was spent walking while Allani further educated me on her people and culture. She took me to see a cave that was off a ways from the beaten path. Allani warned me not to get too close and I listened though I did not see any obvious danger. I learned from her that the cave before us was sacred to her people. The cave, K'irkidi, was said to be home to a demon of the same name. Its said that the demon comes out at night to sow mischief and returns to the cave at daybreak. Fascinated, I ask her to tell me more about theology in her culture. I learned that the elves of Elysia did not think that the demons that lurked on the islands were evil. The various tribes across Elysia believe in a pantheon mostly populated by demons that are not malicious but merely beings of instinct, not unlike animals. When K'irkidi plays tricks, bringing misfortune in the form of snake bites or tainted water, he does so not because he wishes to harm the islanders but because he doesn't realize his pranks can hurt those he pulls them on. There are many other demons that the elves revere, from Ahkis who lives in the sky and places the sun, moon, and stars in the sky everyday, to Jibii who resides in the ocean, known for eating too much fish and creating wind from his flatulence. We walked and talked the day away and before I knew it the skyline was turning from the light blue of midday to the orange-red of evening. Allani and I returned to the village and we spent the evening as we did the previous one: eating dinner, communing with others of the tribe, and eventually falling asleep where we sat and lay within the ureska. I spent the night as a smaller spoon to a man in pants made of stitched together skins while another elf, an effeminate male whose hair smelled of the sea, used my arm and leg as some sort of blanket. I'm secure enough in my own manhood that I can freely admit that the slumber pile was still quite comfortable even when shared with the men of the tribe. I awoke in the early hours of the morning to the sensation of something poking me in in the small of my back. There were a few hours until the elves would start waking up but I decided to extract myself from the pile and get some fresh air. I leaned over the railing of the ureska and watched the small number of villagers who were up and moving. I recognized one of them as one of the people who nudged people awake yesterday morning. The bow in her hand and the quiver on her back told me that she was some sort of hunter or night guard. She was young, but I could see that her body sported many scars. Her body was athletic, tanned and built like a soldier, and her breasts caught my eye due to their size. I felt a little like a pervert as I stared at her from above. She looked older. No, not older... more mature, but it was almost impossible to tell the specific age of an elf unless they were young enough to still be growing children or so old that they started to show signs of aging. Her hair was shaved almost bald except for a thigh-length patch of black hair at the back of her head that was braided in a long pony tail. It was strange at first to see the elf below me prowl around, guarded like a predator, but I reminded myself that the Elysians, despite their peaceful community, were still survivalists on an island filled with very real dangers like venomous animals and ornery weather, and according to Allani: demons. My admiration for them was renewed as I considered the home they made for themselves here. I kept to myself till the sun rose on the horizon and the islanders began to awake from their slumber heaps within the ureska. Allani found me at one of the eating circles and I asked her where we would go that day. She shook her head and informed me that we'd be staying within the village. The moon would be full come evening and the tribe needed her to help prepare for the demon, Xet'qa. I asked her who Xet'qa was. Instead of telling me, Allani had me follow her to a nearby clearing where a group of three young women were waiting. I watched as Allani greeted each woman with a hug and a smile. I quickly recognized the women from ones I'd seen over the last couple days. The blonde woman who was helping to bathe the children, the girl from the night before that slept next to me, and the huntress with the bow and the braided topknot. They spoke together briefly in their native tongue but I didn't catch all of it. There was some sort of...party? My understanding of the language seemed questionable but my guide noted my confused look and explained. “This is Astlin, Kii, and Ling.”, Allani introduced each young woman to me, starting with the blonde, then the quiet one, and finishing with the tough-looking huntress. “Earlier I told you that we had to prepare for the demon, Xet'qa. Xet'qa is the demon of fertility and growth. These girls are old enough to undergo the ritual that will allow Xet'qa to enter into their bodies. Xet'qa will mate with the men of our village through them and bestow upon all her blessing, guaranteeing that the offspring will be born strong and healthy. In doing this these girls will be considered adults. No longer daughters within our tribe, but mothers.” I only nodded, half understanding what Allani was speaking about but I assumed whatever was going to happen was important, some sort of rite of passage. I watched quietly as the young women spoke with Allani a bit more. Astlin, the blonde one, chattered excitedly in elven. Next to her the lithe, mahogany-skinned Kii seemed more nervous about the role they were to play. Ling seemed a bit more stoic and serious. They spent most of the morning sitting in a circle while Allani spoke to them. Every now and then one of the women would say something, a question or maybe a statement, and Allani would gesture and speak back. I didn't understand much of what they were saying but the way they appeared reminded me somewhat of my days in university, sitting in on lectures from my professors. I watched as the women seemed to go through some sort of ritualistic preparation. They stripped themselves naked and laid themselves onto woven grass mats that circled out from around the pile of wood in the center. They each laid still and kept silent as if deep in meditation while Allani prepared some sort of paint-like mixtures out of ground up plants and berries. She took great care in dabbing and spreading the paint of different colors on each woman's body and face. Symbols and patterns, their significance unknown to me, decorated the three elves from head to toe. Each took about an hour's time and by the time they were all finished the sun was starting to set. Men and woman of the village gathered around the clearing and it seemed that it wouldn't be long until things started. I wasn't sure what to expect but I was definitely surprised when the pile of wood smoked and then sparked into a roaring fire without anybody lighting it. I reasoned that it could have been lightning that sparked it but it wasn't even raining. There wasn't so much as a roll of thunder. The painted women on the mats around the fire were cast into silhouette against the glow. When I looked closely I could see them beginning to move, slowly at first. Their chests heaved as their breathing quickened. Soon after their hands dug into the grass mats beneath them and their spines bowed. I thought at first that they'd been overcome with intense pain or perhaps seizures but one woman parted her lips and a sultry moan quivered out into the air. The other elven women that lay on their backs around the bonfire began to join her, bodies quaking and voices rising in soft cries and sultry whimpers. I heard chanting, low and almost inaudible beneath the women keening and the fire crackling. When I swiveled my head to find the source of the chanting I saw that it was coming from a young elven man. He swayed as if his legs were unsteady and at first glance appeared to be drunk. He looked to the starry night sky and slowly began to walk forward towards the bonfire as if he was being guided by an invisible hand. I considered stopping him but I didn't want to bring attention to myself or commit some accidental social faux pas. Nobody stopped the man as he kept walking towards the bonfire and the writhing young women. The chanting grew louder and I saw that he wasn't the only man to stagger out of the crowd. About a dozen elven men chanted in unison. Arms hung limply at their sides and their legs moved as if they were being tugged towards the women with an invisible chain that clung around their waist. I watched in silence as the women suddenly ceased their writhing, silenced their cries. They went still, limp as a corpse. I looked into the crowd of elves that surrounded me. I searched for some sort of indication of what was going to happen next. They ignored me; everyone present had eyes only for the event that was unfolding before them. The droning chant persisted throughout the crowd and I turned my attentions back to the women at the bonfire just in time to see one of them begin to stir. It was dark but I could see in the silhouette of the fire that it was Astlin. She rolled over onto her hands and knees and in that instant she seemed almost more animal than elf. She looked out into the crowd, scanning the people in the clearing as if she were seeing them for the first time. I could see her green eyes glow in the night like some sort of feral cat. They were not the eyes of anything human... or elf for that matter. Her gaze fell on one of the men approaching her and she slowly, crawled towards him. I found the scene strangely erotic but at the same time something made me fear for the men who closed in on her and the other women. I could not for the life of me say why. The blonde woman skulked towards the man on her hands and knees and when he was within reach she lifted both her arms to the man's waist and violently ripped off his loincloth. The man didn't make a sound and still appeared to be in a daze. Despite his condition, the removal of his clothing revealed that he was completely erect. The disrobed man suddenly lifted his arms and grabbed two fistfuls of Astlin's thick hair, holding her face in front of his cock. The young elf parted her lips and unfurled her tongue from inside her mouth to lick the crown of the man's length. He tugged her head forward, slipping his manhood past her lips. He pulled her in, further and further until her nose was smashed up against his groin. Like an animal he began to rut against her, driving himself back and forth into her mouth with gradually increasing intensity. If she was experiencing any discomfort from the aggressive thrusting then she hid it well. I watched as she lifted her arms up his muscled thighs. I thought she was going to push him away but instead she wrapped her arms around his back as if encouraging him. The sight before me was utterly entrancing. My attention was only pulled away by the frenzied movement of two bodies. Kii, the dark-skinned one, the one who seemed to experience the most trepidation about the ritual was suddenly wrestling the nearest man down to the ground like a vicious beast. The man was much like the one who currently drove himself wildly into the caramel skinned elf's mouth, seemingly possessed with lust like an animal in heat. When he approached the woman laying on the ground she wrapped her arms around his legs and tackled him onto his back. Sand flew as they grappled each other for a superior position. At first I thought that the timid woman had grown reluctant and was being assaulted by the larger man but it became apparent that, despite its show of violence, the man and woman were enjoying what was happening. The young elven woman, after pinning the man on his back, did not hesitate to pull the man's erection out and sink it down inside her. She frantically began to grind back and forth on his lap. Like the blonde, her eyes glowed like a house cat in a dark alley. From my position in the crowd I couldn't get as clear of a view of Ling. I moved through the men and women spectating until I managed to circle around and get see what was going on. I found the huntress, the woman who appeared stronger than any of the other two, on her knees being driven into by an elven man from behind. Her braided ponytail was twisted around the man's fist; he pulled it like the reins to a horse until her head was forced back as far as it would go. Her mouth hung slack and her eyes glowed like the other women rutting and being rutted. Two other men stood over her, rubbing their shafts rhythmically. One of the men after a minute or so of furious masturbation hovered his manhood over her face and let loose his semen with barely a grunt. It splattered directly onto her face, leaving a gooey rope of white that stretched from her forehead to her upper lip. The other elven man followed suit, pointing his erection under the woman's chin like a spear before blasting her with his seed. It splashed on her skin, squirting out repeatedly until it streamed down her neck and clung wetly between her breasts. The man who thrust sharply behind her never stopped or slowed even as more men lined up to paint the muscled woman's face and body. I made my way around the bonfire again. The crowd was thinning. At first I thought it was because people were leaving. Upon second glance I found that the crowd wasn't dissipating. It was participating. Another man stepped out of the crowd towards the three women and the roaring fire. Another came forward, and another still. The blonde elf, came into view again and she was on her back, between two men like a lewd, spitroasted animal. One man had spread her legs and was hammering himself into her. I swore I could see the outline of his cock beneath her navel as it pumped back and forth, hammering against her womb. Her head was obscured by the second man who straddled her face. Wet, garbled sucking noises churned and burped out from the blond elf's lips as her throat was violated even more enthusiastically than the man who buried himself there before. The elf rutting into her face held her arms down against the ground while her hands balled into tight fists. I watched as the man finished with one last thrust. He held himself deep until the woman beneath him started to struggle in his grasp. Her air-starved body spasmed and bucked but he didn't remove himself from her mouth until her struggles started to grow weak. Finally he unsheathed himself, pulling out his manhood covered in a slimy mixture of cum and saliva. The gooey, bubbly strands bridged to his dripping groin and stretched a considerable distance before breaking off into a frothy puddle on Astlin's face. She barely got a clean breath before another elf from the crowd shoved his cock into her freshly evacuated mouth. Kii was no longer with a single partner either. The last I saw her she was on top, grinding herself on top of the first man who approached her like a victorious predator. She was no longer in complete control, having appeared to lose it when she found herself sandwiched by a man who pinned her from behind. Two elves threw themselves into her with wild abandon. The elf beneath her thrust his hips into her pussy while he gripped her rear, spreading her as wide as her flesh would allow while the second man held her arms behind her back and stretched her asshole to remarkable lengths to accommodate his manhood. Her eyes glowed eerily, her mouth hung agape. I had to wonder if the woman was truly possessed by a demon to be able to endure such an ordeal. White liquid bubbled and oozed out of both her holes almost simultaneously. The two men pulled out of her, leaving her slumped in a puddle of their own making. I made my way through the crowd once more while three more elves approached the fatigued elf to paint the rest of her body in their seed. I returned to watch the ponytailed woman and was not surprised to see her practically dog-piled by the men of the village. Like Kii, the timid woman with the shaved scalp, both her holes were occupied and dripping with the seed of the men who were inside them and the ones who came before them. A third elf had her head pulled back to look up at the sky while he shot a load down her throat. A fourth straddled her torso and sandwiched his member in between her massive breasts making a makeshift hole to rut in until he climaxed. He let her heavy bosom go and left her body a sloppy mess from sternum to navel. The third man blew his load in her mouth, making her cheeks puff out. Half of the contents exploded out onto her face while the rest was swallowed. No sooner had the cock withdrawn from her lips did she find herself pulled forward to swallow another creamy mouthful from a different man. Warm semen rained onto her back and dribbled down her spine as those without a hole to stuff themselves into deigned to paint her body with their climax instead. I felt something stir within me, a need to approach the fire... No, not the fire... The young women that were around the fire... A voice whispered sweetly in my ear, one that I didn't recognize as my own, but was sweeter than honey and as insistent as nature itself. I found myself taking a step out of the crowd towards the pile of bodies that undulated like a tide. My blood ran cold, I didn't understand what was happening to me and I did the first thing that came to mind: I ran. I ran until the clearing and the bonfire and the elves were behind me. I found an eska and I hid inside it, eventually falling asleep. The village-wide orgy lasted through the night and didn't finish until sunrise. I didn't know for sure how many men were in the village but I would have guessed that most -if not all- of them had succumbed to the sexual frenzy that spread throughout the tribe like a wild fire. Morning found me alongside Allani as she tended to the three women who had been at the center of it all. Their bellies were slightly distended, full of an entire village's worth of semen. They could barely walk and needed to be carried to a nearby eska so that they might recover. All three of them suffered from minor dehydration and small bruises were found along their bodies where things had occasionally gotten rough. I thought it somewhat extreme but Allani assured me that it was normal. “Xet'qa is a demon, a force of nature. When he enters into us and takes control we have no choice but to succumb to her. Xet'qa is a demon of creation. Not destruction. We have nothing to fear from her because he protects those he makes into his vessel.”, she told me. I was skeptical of course but it wasn't my place to question the way the elves of Elysia did such things. After a bath and a day's rest the three elven women were in high spirits and looking forward to the next few months. Astlin was quite excited to be a mother. Kii didn't say much but she wore a content smile. Ling didn't talk much either unless Allani or the other women spoke directly to her, but when she thought nobody was looking she smirked while rubbing her stomach. Many villagers made them gifts; men lavished them with bone jewelry and women whittled wooden good luck charms that would help to make their children strong and offer them protection. It was obvious that the sheer number of people who participated in the massive orgy made it impossible to know who the fathers of the future children would be. The fact, of course, did not escape the women or anybody else. They didn't seem to care or understand why anybody else would care. I would have explained but after spending some time among the wild elves in Elysia I could understand why it made no difference to them who the father was. Here, every child had a mother and a father. They had many mothers and many fathers to raise them. Nobody here wanted for food or shelter because everyone was family and it was a family that worked together and took care of each other. I spent another month on the island, leaving shortly after the next full moon on a trade ship that was headed back to Kalraden. It was admittedly sudden and the villagers were sad to see me go. I was counted among fathers among the tribe, a part of the family; They understood though when I told them I missed my own village. The truth was that I was starting to go native. I felt like I could stay in Elysia forever and it scared me. The elves insisted on regaling me with gifts and I was given quite a collection of charms, jewelry, and even a carved walking staff. It had a collection of bone beads on short strips of leather that clicked and clacked together when I walked with it. My guide, Allani, and the T'chlani, the wizened chief saw me off, encouraging me to visit them any time. I promised them both, without an ounce of untruth in my heart , that I would return to Elysia before I hugged them both goodbye and climbed aboard the departing vessel back home. The next year went by like a whirlwind. I published my documentary about my experiences on the island and it was met with moderate success. I traveled to and fro, visiting various universities to give lectures to students on Elysia and its inhabitants. I considered visiting other locations, perhaps writing another book. Then the day came when I received a letter from Allani. She told me that one of the young women in the tribe gave birth to a healthy young son with the eyes and rounded ears of his father... I remembered the night of the full moon... A sweet young woman named Nadia with chocolate hair, hazel eyes, and a smile that could light up ten ureskas... Her fingers raking painfully down my back... The sensation of some unknown force moving my body... Chanting words that I didn't know but understood. I remembered that I woke up covered in smudged paint. I panicked. I left on the first boat that stopped at the island. Surely the chances were slim... I was prepared to tuck the letter away somewhere so I could just forget about it. But I didn't want to forget. I promised I'd come back. I packed my bags and bought a place on a trade ship that would be leaving for Elysia. I told my publisher that I was going on another trip. In my travels I have been to many exotic locations, seen many extraordinary things, and exposed myself to a multitude of cultures ranging from odd to outright bizarre. Few I can say have intrigued me as much as the wild elves native to the southern island known as Elysia.