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statue was plain. Lian could only make out the shape of a man, no details.  His arms were extended and placed in them was an old, very unremarkable looking sword.  The sword fit in the statue’s hands perfectly. There was a slight curve to it, the blade hidden by the sheath. Both the sword and the sheath appeared battered and beaten.  It had seen battle.  Under the sword stood a plain, worn, wooden table with some old parchment atop it.
    Marrow looked to Lian. “Go ahead. Ask away,” he said. “I know you have questions.”
    Lian looked to the elder and then around the room. “What is this place?”
    Marrow looked around the room as well. “This is a shrine to honor a legendary hero of Zaneen,” he said.  “Not many people nowadays know his story. It has been lost to time.  All the Elders of our village have safeguarded this place for around a thousand years.”
    Lian looked upon the artifacts in awe. “Who’s that?” he asked, pointing to the statue of the man on the right.
    “That is a remnant of an age long passed.  He is Olbien, the God of Dawn,” said Marrow.  Marrow knew Lian wouldn’t be satisfied with such a vague answer.  “When the dawn of new life enters our world, Olbien guides it and shapes it.  He acts as our shepherd as we live our lives.”
    Lian shook his head. “More Gods?” he thought.   “This one is the opposite of the one Miss Eva told me about.” Lian took notice of the statue’s pointed ears again, asking, “Why are his ears pointed?”
    Marrow smirked a bit. “Simple boy, he is Elven.”
    Lian looked at him, puzzled. “Elven?” 
    Marrow shook his head. Lian was even ignorant of common fairy tales known by most children. “Yes, Elven,” he said. “According to legends, the Elves were very much like us. The only differences were that they had pointed ears and would live far longer than any human.”
    Lian stared at the male Elven statue. “What happened to them, Elder?” he asked Lian.
    Marrow looked upon the Elven statue. “They no longer exist,” he said.  “They were killed out according to legend, hunted down and exterminated.”
    Lian sighed in disappointment.  Then he pointed toward the female statue. “What about this one?” he asked Lian.
    Marrow looked towards the statue.  “This is Elintae, the Goddess of--”
    Lian quickly interrupted Marrow, “Dusk… she guides our spirits to the next realm.”
    Marrow was clearly surprised.  “How did you know that, boy?”  Then, he smirked a bit. “Let me take a guess.  Eva told you of her, did she not?”
    Lian nodded. “Yes Elder, earlier today.”
    Marrow shook his head, “It is all legend and superstition,” Marrow said with a sigh.  “But it is part of our village’s history.  I bet she did not tell you that Elintae and Olbien were lovers?” asked Marrow.
    Lian shook his head. “No, elder, she didn’t.”
    Marrow looked toward both statues. “It is a tragic story, one you will learn in a few moments.”
    Lian nodded and approached the statue kneeling as if presenting the sword. “What about this one?” he asked.
    The elder walked up to the table and pointed to the parchments. “Very little of this writing can I understand,” he said.  “I can only assume it is Elven script or some dead language.” Marrow looked back to Lian. “I know only what the previous elders have passed down to me.  It tells the story of Telindell, the hero these mountains were named for.  Long ago, a horde of fierce, monstrous warriors appeared in Zaneen.  They led campaigns against every country and kingdom.  They could topple entire empires without even losing one soldier.  This is when the supposed genocide of the Elves happened.  According to the story, Olbien wished to protect the life within Zaneen and confronted the horde, but even the god was slain with little effort from the horde.  Struck by grief, Elintae scoured Zaneen for a warrior of incredible skill.  She found Telindell and