The city of the treetops, Eáránë Calmcacil, grew and flourished in peace. It was a garden of paradise that knew no evil. Time eventually divided the elves however and some no longer saw the need for the ancient traditions passed down through the ages. These elves often left their tree homes and wandered about the world where they witnessed many truths the other gentle elves saw as corruption. The elves in their goal for perfection could not allow another way of life for their brethren and a battle of tongues ensued to stay hidden among the trees or to venture out into the world. A small Elven child wandered into the fray and was knocked from the tree, in a fight that began in the heat of argument, killing her instantly when she landed upon the hard earth. Enraged by the accident and broken-hearted with the first true sadness of their people, the tree Elves banished those who dared set foot upon the land of the world cursing them with the magic within their own blood. To the views of traditional Elves, those who would leave their tree homes saw the earth more pleasing than the sun. The twisted magic within the banished elves weakened them to the sun's bathing light. The curse would not end there as the elves would never allow the outcasts to forget what had caused their plight. Their very nails dripped poison to remind them of the death that had been brought about by their touch.
These elves quickly sought shelter in the caves that had been the home of only Arachnea until then. Immune to their own poison, they often battled with each other. Each cast blame upon the other making them strong fighters and soon forgetting their magical ways. The Dark Elves, as they would come to be known, encountered Arachnea and met with slavery. The Drow were not pleased with their neighbors and saw them as unfit to share the caverns that had been so lovingly made for them by the labor of Arachnea, their mother. This new challenge banded the Dark Elves together turning their venomous touch against the Drow. The Drow had their own advantage against the Dark Elf intruders. The Dark Elves were only seeking refuge from the sun, where the caverns were truly the home of the Drow. Knowing each tunnel by heart, the Drow were a powerful force to be had. This prevented the Dark Elves from ever venturing too far within the caverns, lest they be destroyed.
The Elves soon forgot the division that had occurred and some even deny the Dark Elves are brethren. To bury the first of their dead, they were forced from their tree homes to lay her to rest in the earth. From then on the Elves did leave the treetops, though always kept to the wood shutting the outside world from their paradise of bliss. The Dark Elves remained with their curse thriving best they could against the onslaught of Drow. They will forever remain bitter against their brethren, who cast them aside. They see themselves superior to the Elves and claimed to see the true balance in all, not only the pleasing side. The truth behind their views was that in their bitterness they had become slanted to a darker insight. The Dark Elves loathed making alliances with the Elves or the Drow and set out each night to seek the company of others. Even then they hold to the strictest of traditions, Elves are perfect and must never find a mate among the outsiders.
