Elf's Old Book of Lore

[Elf]

"Mother, who is that?"

Pointing to a mural of a many characters painted on the wall of the island, Analala stared at it in awe. Her mother, Ananasi, sat down next to her daughter on the lush green grass.

"That's Clove, his mate Isla, and his mother Rosemary."

"what's going on?"

Analala looked at the mural once again, confused about what was happening.

"Well, a long, long time ago, even before great-grandmother was born, Clove found Isla as a wanderer. Isla was beautiful, but she was crippled, and had no fertility what so ever. Clove was entranced all the same, and went to his mother, who was the leader of the tribe. Rosemary was not happy with Isla's over-all uselessness. She told Clove that he must attack and kill Isla as a punishment for even having the thought of bringing someone so useless into their tribe. Clove began to attack her, but could not go any further. Isla believed in Clove and trusted him to spare her, even if it was by a little bit. Clove refused to kill her, and Rosemary was furious. Without warning, Rosemary attacked Isla and killed her. Years later, Rosemary assigned him to a 'more useful' mate. Her name was Masala. Clove was too overcome with grief from the loss of Isla that he payed no attention to her. However, Masala was kind and accepting, so she was comfortable. Isla moved on to the heavens becoming the goddess of trust, while Clove became the god of grief. Masala became the goddess of acceptance. Rosemary was still filled with desire and cruelty, and moved on to become the goddess of cruelty. She still haunts and manipulates those with bad intentions."

Analala seemed star-struck at the tale.