"A long time ago, there was once a hopeless little elf."
"Unlike other elves, she was special!"
"Unlike the others, she was born directly from the world tree! A miracle which had not happened for hundreds of years!"
"A high elf if you would! The strongest form of the elf race!"
"When she was born, the beats of the elf forest bowed down, plants grew and the sick were healed"
"The very world seemed to be in joy, announcing that she was born"
Saying this, a strong melancholy flashed through her eyes as she remembered the past.
As she spoke, the surrounding nature mana spurred by her emotions began to fluctuate, unknowingly drawing Damien and the others into her words
However, just as the story was seemingly all smiles, it quickly took a dark turn
With a wry smile, Aelinor continued to speak.
"Hearing this, I'm sure some of you might think this is a good thing?"
"For the elves, having such a person born in their family would mean their opportunity to rise had come once more"
