With a pure note that echoes across the woods, the King of the Elves calls his people to the forest’s heart for celebration under the year’s first full moon. The land is green and lush with fey magic, and as the moon rises, the festivity gives way to ancient ritual known only to the elders of the elven circles. Gifts of magic flash to the sky as the moon reaches its peak, and the dancing resumes, the night illuminated by flickering flame and the pure light of the moon.