"You might have misunderstood." Queen reacted, smiling wryly, "'Father' is the respectful term all newborn Elves use for him because he birthed this island and changed the way the Elf Race survives. And he has the power to create life..."
After this explanation, Roy finally understood.
Queen is not Sermias's child.
To be precise, not a child born in the conventional sense.
"He has always been asleep."
Queen indicated Roy to look ahead. The dense, knotted vines and tree roots blocked the path, with countless tendrils extending from the ground.
"Perhaps because the Life Force flows within me, I was born able to feel his presence. All these years, this is the first time I've heard his call."
He looked at Roy gently, "Father's consciousness seems to have sensed your arrival, thus calling me to greet you."
Roy took two steps forward, bending down to fiddle with the lush leaves on the moist ground.
She felt the subtle flow of air and a certain familiar scent.
"...Sermias."
