Where the lands had far more than empty expanse where humans never bothered to settle. Plains of grass that was once filled with Centaur tribes, dotting the lands. Moving about as their nomadic lifestyle made them follow the weather and creatures they hunt. Plains occasionally filled with Jotun who would come down from the mountainside. Bartering with the Centaurs, Fey, and Veela occasionally. Sky’s filled with Dragons who soared through the plains, snatching a goat here and there. Lands that were once told to me, had extravagant and mystical buildings of the Fey. Buildings that would reach into the sky in smooth curves and arches. Covered by nature in vines, flowers, and wood. Where structures would float in the air. Held by magic fueled leylines. Where magic was far more plentiful and was in the very land we lived in. Magic that was now slowly coming back and filling the lands. 