I once heard a legend in a tavern about a young man who went to the Land of the Fairies, fascinated by its lights and sorcery. Yes, he came back to see the ruins of his home, the graves of his parents and sisters, and a world that had changed beyond recognition. The land of Fey had also changed the young man himself, weaning him from weeping over worldly losses, he had become a great wizard and left his name in the ages.
But he drank from the waters of the Magical River that flows at the border of the two worlds, and the Land of Fey called to him all his earthly life. After he had had his fill, the wizard walked through the Waste Hills because he could find neither love, nor eternity, nor happiness in the human realm...
I once heard a legend in a tavern about a young man who went to the Land of the Fairies, fascinated by its lights and sorcery. Yes, he came back to see the ruins of his home, the graves of his parents and sisters, and a world that had changed beyond recognition. The land of Fey had also changed the young man himself, weaning him from weeping over worldly losses, he had become a great wizard and left his name in the ages. But he drank from the waters of the Magical River that flows at the border of the two worlds, and the Land of Fey called to him all his earthly life. After he had had his fill, the wizard walked through the Waste Hills because he could find neither love, nor eternity, nor happiness in the human realm...