The Legend of Grivynwood🔊

In the ancient times, long before the age of man, the world was ruled by mystical creatures. Among these were the tranquil varsids of the magnificent Grivynwood forest. These beings, akin to giant bears but with astonishingly beautiful bird-like wings, were believed to possess wisdom surpassing that of the greatest scholars. Their resounding roars would echo across the forest, a sound both terrifying yet enthralling.

A human settlement called Thornfield was nestled in valleys below the Grivynwood, and lived in relative peace, maintaining a respectful distance from the varsid-controlled woods. Among the inhabitants were a carpenter named Tanor and his young daughter named Iyla. Iyla was a vibrant child with curls of golden hair and eyes filled with the color of the brightest summer skies. Intrigued by the mystery of the woods, Iyla would often wander to the edges of Grivynwood, captivated by the chorus of the varsids’ roars.

One winter, an unforgiving and merciless drought swept over Thornfield, leaving the villagers desperate. Tanor, Iyla and the remainder of their kin were left on the brink of starvation. Water sources ran dry, vegetation wilted and resistance was rapidly waning.

Overwhelmed by their plight, Iyla decided to journey through Grivynwood, hoping to find a source of sustenance for her ailing village. As Iyla journeyed deeper into the woods, she was gripped by the mystic beauty of the varsids: their pristine white wings fluttering harmoniously with the gentle breeze and their fur sparkling under the jeweled forest light. Gathering her courage, she approached the oldest and wisest varsid, whose fur was tinged with the silver of the moon.

'I am Iyla of Thornfield,' she addressed herself, 'I come seeking help to save my people.'

The varsid listened, nodded, and a resounding roar echoed throughout the forest. Suddenly, from the heart of Grivynwood, sprouted a geyser, a spring of freshwater, the lifeblood of the forest. Iyla, awestruck, thanked the gentle giant, promising never to forget their act of kindness.

Triumphantly, Iyla returned to her village carrying waters from Grivynwood’s lifeblood. As she bestowed the water unto the soil, Thornfield transformed. The earth, once parched and stiff, became renewed, sprouting fruits, vegetables, and bountiful life once again. Thornfield was saved, and the legacy of the grivalds' kindness lived on.

Years later an older, wiser Iyla took her son to the edge of Grivynwood. She shared the tale of the day when the varsids saved their village, the story of gratitude, awe, and mutual respect. And as they listened, the forest echoed with the sound of the varsids’ roars – a tribute to the unspoken bond etched into the annals of the Legend of Grivynwood.