Chapter 1
15,000 Years Before the First War in Azeroth
The sun dipped on the western horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange before night fully descended. Azeroth was still young: neither the Night Elves nor the High Elves had yet appeared, while various Troll clans—including the Dark Trolls—had spread across the land, especially around the Well of Eternity, an ancient spring that pulsed with pure energy and served as the world's power source.
On this untamed, untouched soil strode a majestic figure: Malorne, the colossal white stag, Guardian of Nature and symbol of ancient wisdom. With measured steps, he made his way through damp forests and misty valleys, upholding a fragile harmony.
One day, Malorne arrived at the shore of an uncharted continent—hallowed ground never before set foot upon by any creature. There stood Yvhanar, the Manifestation of Kenthael, a primordial being that had slumbered for eons and now stirred to life as the world's very first World Tree. Its roots pierced to the planet's core, its branches cleaved through the clouds, dancing to the whispers of the wind.
From Yvhanar's roots sprang the Fountain of Eternity, an ageless flow of energy. This power transformed the elemental children—who had once lived alongside Kenthael during the ancient Elemental Wars—into half-fish, half-human beings. They had not taken up arms; they were witnesses and dancers of a primordial age, reborn by Kenthael's own essence. Beneath colossal roots and within coral caverns, they built Bikini Bottom, a tranquil underwater city dedicated to tending the Fountain and protecting the sacred Tree.
Among their leaders were:
Akastar, a living starfish of molten lava.
Octokuzan, a giant octopus who commanded ice storms.
Sponslino, a luminous sea sponge that wove holy light from fire, lightning, and wind.
Craboku, the wise Marshal of the Seas, aided by his steadfast companion Shrimpy D. Garp, an elemental of unyielding earth.
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Time flowed onward. At one dusky evening, Kenthael awoke from his lengthy slumber. For millions of years, the land had changed—once a sea of magma, now a thriving forest.
> "How long have I slept…? This place was once fire and ash; now it teems with green," he murmured, his voice trembling through twigs and leaves.
From the summit of his highest branch, he surveyed ancient Kalimdor—a perfect circular landmass on the blue planet, watched over by two moons, Elune and Torev. Endless seas stretched in every direction, while Trolls, Satyrs, and Kodos roamed the shore.
The trunk of Yvhanar was Kenthael himself, and from its roots had first sprung the Well of Eternity—unique among Azeroth's sources, a gift to the Elementals. Nestled among bark and branches were the three Sea Commanders—Admiral of the Waves, Marshal of the Marine Guard, and Hero of the Depths—keepers of the secret stronghold KRUSTYFORD on the coral slopes.
This awakening felt different. A foreign spiritual tremor shook Kenthael: whispers of an ancient Titan envoy and the imprisoned Old Gods deep in the world's belly. The memory drew him back to his very first arrival, when the Titan Star Soul had not yet hatched—its resonance soft, like a newborn's cry before fading forever.
From his highest perch, he gazed at the horizon with mingled longing and wonder:
> "Though my roots run deep, my heart stirs with this message. The Titan Star Soul at the world's core… has not fully awakened; its beat is gentle, pure, and steady."
He turned his colossal form, using Azeroth itself as a shield against distant galactic rays. Here he would stand—an eternal guardian and new witness to the stirring of ancient souls.
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The continent grown from my roots is now home to Elementals along its shores. I—Kenthael, or Yvhanar—reside in western Kalimdor, over the Great Sea near Ashenvale and Felwood, yet still close to the main landmass.
I was born of primordial chaos, long before Nordrassil, Teldrassil, or the Titans ever left their marks. When my essence flowed as a World Tree, Elementals sprang to life, guarding the seas and the sacred roots.
Awakened at last after eons, I resolved to forge a new civilization on land. With the life-points I had gathered, I shaped the noble race of elves: Sylvalar Yvhanari, direct descendants of Yvhanar's energy. Inspired by the beauty of the Lord of the Rings' elves and the resilience of Dragon Nest's warriors, they stand proud:
Sylvalar: "born of the forest"
Yvhanari: "children of Yvhanar"
Yet true peace is never assured. Sargeras, the Dark Titan, seeks self-annihilation to escape the looming Void Lords who seek to corrupt. Other Titans lie silent, as if vanished from existence.
To fight alone is folly. I must forge alliances with the slumbering Titan—Azeroth's own dormant consciousness.
> "I am life. Though slow, life ever grows."
With that resolve, I begin a long watch over this blue world. If life truly flourishes here, then here lies my greatest hope. Immortality may be my gift, but paradoxically, time is my greatest squander.