Extending outwards from the Umazia forest are the lush rolling golden hills of the Enaliaa. The warm winds rouses the grass to gently dance, with swarms of butterflies and flowers twirling along for the ride. But do not let this serene scene fool you. These hills are said to be named after an old tribe who thrived in the tall grasses. Legend has it that the tribes priestess was murdered by a rival tribe somewhere around the center. It says that, with her dying words she, cursed the hills to be forever unlivable on for as long as it takes for her amulet to be returned to her grave, to keep the rival tribe from claiming the hills. Who will lift the curse?
