The Elven Rebellion

Hundreds of years ago, an elven kingdom stood on the grounds of Gran Marcellia. This kingdom was full of creative, intelligent, virtuous people, certainly; however, corruption, like weeds, always finds a way to grow in the most inconvenient places. Bards still sing of the corruption of the elven king; his narcissistic proclamations, his strict laws, his arrogance. There was only so much the people could take.

Led by a young prodigy sheathed entirely in flame-- in some retellings of the story, the rebel leader was made of fire-- the elven people rose against their oppressor. The battle was long and hard, and the people suffered many losses. However, the sun set at last on two figures: the corrupt king at the mercy of the blazing rebel leader.

As so the king was struck down, but not before uttering a few final words, which cursed the young prodigy. Some say, if this famed rebel still lives, he bears the mark of shame upon his face, ever-shifting and inky black.

There have been many retellings of this story, of course. Who actually knows if any of it is true, or if it even happened??