Birth of Elves and Man 

0 B.W

Nythe Jukenue (Little Warm-Bloods)

Shh!! Look over there.

A warm-blood has made fire.

Shh!! Look over there.

A warm-blood has made spears.

Brown ones, pale ones,

Short ones, tall ones,

Warm-bloods on two legs

Building with sticks and stones

The last two of their kind.

What happened to the rest of their kin?

Maybe they're the same as us.

Why are they the last of their kind?

Shh!! Look over there.

The brown skins are building

Statues of stone,

Large temples for false idols.

Shh!! Look over there.

Pale warm-bloods hunting

Running down their prey

About to kill their prey

Shh!! Look over there.

They're pointing at us.

Weak little creatures,

Dim-witted and insignificant

Shh!! Look over there.

They're shaking their spears

Rakenth, they're making sounds.

It's so pathetically high pitched,

Wait.... They said my name

Agriculture (humans+elves)

~10 B.W

Brretka

The land, a golden sea

Grain as far as the eye can see

Streams cut deep into the land

Enriching the earth in the palms of my hands

Brretka, it's almost time

You can tell from the thyme

That this year the herbs and grain have grown well

But soon the land will swell

The mountain has spit clouds

A thunder comes from the ground, deep and loud

The spirits blessed us,

But like you, they have left us

Our ancestors would have moved,

But the fields are so neat, your ideas now improved

We will stay

So to our ancestors we pray

To my mother, I request a good harvest

She who first cultivated this skill

For without her

We might be chasing deer forever

The First Biped Cities (humans+elves)

~50 B.W

Gwō'neishong

The brown earthen bricks are stacked up

One, two, three, so on and so forth

First to protect the grain,

Then to capture the rain

Next, to contain the herds which freely gallop,

Soon we will build a wall to the north

The brown buildings cross the Yengzi

Sprouting up from the land as spring flowers

Proliferating through the fields

The fruit of life they yield

Homes as far as the eyes can see

And in the center, a temple towers

Earthen walls were raised

Protecting us from red-haired barbarians

Soldiers pace around the north side

Over the barbarians who died

With crimson, the wall will be glazed

As a warning to them, that we are merciless and draconian

We, a citadel, a light, a holy place

The god Veirrano watches Gwō'neishong

So they won't stay for long

But before that, their chief can plead his case

And thus the garden grows,

Flourishing as the river Time flows.

Lost Days (all)

~50 B.W-~300 B.W

Due to a lack of information on this time, no forms of poetry or culturally significant literature was collected. Scientific evidence points to a period of widespread volcanism and seismic activity which made civilization near impossible for these few years. It is hypothesized that most, if not all, civilizations collapsed due to climatic shifts. It is also believed that the increase in volcanism caused a sharp increase in atmospheric sulfur dioxide content, leading to global crop and livestock failures.

-Changrōthelk

Institute of Ydrela, Department of Pre-War History

Meeting (humans+elves)

~300 B.W

Tzukintze fas Tzuken (A Ghost or a Man?)

There was once a fisherman,

Working on the river Levstof,

Who saw a pale, pointed ear floating downstream, chopped off

Further upstream, he saw blood on the land

He ran as fast as he could

And came upon a man paler than birchwood

In the village, the ghostly figure awoke

He spoke in a tongue unknown to them

Yet gave a peace offering of rum

The pale man then began to choke

A poisoned arrow tip hid beneath his skin

And so he took his last breath

Ripped from his kin