Elves won’t talk about her. They’ve struck her name from history. Their silence tells the truth.
Not the whole truth…
They warn that she was a monster
— her story a cautionary tale.
Not the only truth…
They whisper she was brilliant
— her downfall a tragedy.
Not the hidden truth…
They remember when she was a child
— her gentleness.
Go West, where elves fear to tread.
Find the grotto revealed by the rising sun.
Only there is her story told in full.
Only there will you come to know Saphienne:
Art by Wheatfarm.