Meet the elves: a race full of tall, full bodied people who create great architecture. They used to live on a small island full of magic. However, one unfateful day, the volcan sustaining the island began to errupt. Desperate, the elves looked to wise elders for a soultion.

"We must have a sacrafice," they proclaimed. In correlation, with spiteful rivers of flame pouring down the mountainside, they asked if anybody would be courageous enough to complete the task of sacrafice. A small boy stepped forward.

"I will."

He stepped forward with such outermost confidence, that, despite his age, all of the elves were awe-struck. They couldn't do anything but tremble. The boy, with his wooden clogs banging against the paveways, approached the tsunami of impending death. He came closer and closer... Until he muttered these peculiar words:

"I am Hie, and I am free. I am am Hie, and I am free..." A wave of smoke engulfed the small body before anybody could say another word. Almost instantaneously, the lava flow hardened into blood red rock. The elves looked around. There was nothing to salvage. They knew they needed to move to a distant land, far away. As such, they collected some of the rock, and set sail in hopes of new land.

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Several years later, still nourished by the nutrients of their homeland, the elves hit land on a thin isthmus of mountainous land. Upon exploring for several hours, they found a deep indentation into the land, surrounded by the mountains. Thus, they decided this is where they would build their new home. Using the red rock they had harvested, and from the local resources, they crafted their buildings. In reverence for the boy, they named the village Hie'ia'ya. Ia means free in elven language, and ya means land. Stranded together, along with the boy's name, the kingdom's name was born: The Free Land of Hie.