Many generations ago, a wizard, called Elyas, visited these elven people. He asked for a place to live, where he could work in peace and solitude. Because his heart was true and he respected the elves and their customs, they gave him a place in their forest where he built a tremendous tower. For many years they helped him and he protected and taught them, for his magic and learning was vast.
Their friendship with Elyas was passed from father to son, until even Elyas grew old. Then disaster struck. Three horrible witches attacked his tower. They sought a magical gem Elyas owned-the Black Opal Eye-for its power could make them almost invincible.
None of the witches dared face Elyas alone, but together they were very powerful. In a fiery battle, they called down a gray mountain to crush Elyas. As the mountain slammed down onto his tower, Elyas drew the witches inside it, where he trapped them. Unfortunately, Elyas himself perished.
In his memory, the elves began to build this temple on that mountain. Many years later a group of dwarves helped complete the temple. The temple became a place of quiet meditation and learning. Many young elves spend a year here as students, known as Siswa. Now, this mountain is known Gray Mountain.
I guard the way to Elyas’ tower, but I fear the Rahib has found another