In the world of Alonadee
things are not as they should be. The Elementals, offended by the Northerner’s industry and gadgetry, grew sulky long ago. As their resentment grew, their poetry dimmed. Have you ever lived in a world without poetry, friend? It is a twisted, dismal place, silent and cruel, with the threat of Darkness and Disappearings ever lurking.
The fairies have retreated to the mists, and the last of the beasts roam nervously in the hidden places of the world, pushed out by the brown and muck. The greenery shrinks back as the cities of the Northerners spread, and nature grows quiet in the hearts of the people-animals.
As the voices of the Elementals grow hoarse, some who already have power seek to take more, striving to become masters of all poetry. But others fight on, determined to return verse to the beasts, and the trees, and all the folk who are True of Heart. Even the stars fall, lending their shine to the cause, but will their help be enough to preserve the voices they helped shape so long ago? Can nature still say anything at all, if no one cares to listen?
Please, won't you sit back, friend, while I unfold these tales? And together we shall see whether there is enough wonder left in the world to save the poetry of the light and the dark.