Mysthia's Western Part.
The Forest of Life, also known as Elfira.
This was the continent inhabited by the proudest mortal race in this world.
In the past, this same race had almost complete control of the world. It was when the ancestor of Elves first appeared in this world.
Despite how they were perceived nowadays, contrasting with the peace-loving exterior they now adorned, elves were quite the warmongers in the past, reveling in all prospects of war and spreading their influence on this world. At least, it was how the High Elves of the primitive age acted.
This persona of the elves mainly originated from the way they perceived the world, a contrast with the other races. Maybe, the first High Elf came from a world where Elves dominated everything and everyone one, nobody knows.
Everything changed after the first empress ruled; elves stopped their conquest, they turned into a peaceful race, they became one of the protectors of Mysthia.
Since the first empress's reign, Elven society turned into a matriarchal society where the only talented woman rules, the strongest rules. Typhania could be said to be the strongest of Elves of all time, the talent she possessed none other had it, her bloodline was the purest, the High Elves believe that she would be the one to open the pass to their hometown; however, after that battle, she vanished to complete a long-awaited prophecy.
But their patience was running out, so Elves (High Elves mostly) prayed for the next genius with the purest bloodline to appear, they waited, and time had come; an opportunity had recently presented.
The infrastructure of the houses in Elfira, the Elven Empire, was fused with the beauty and presence of nature.
Elves did not cut their forest to create houses; instead, they put their magic to create special trees that were empty on the inside, spacious enough to inhabit themselves and whatever they might use to make it habitable.
The closer someone came to one of the five main settlements of the elves, the taller the trees were. It was to the extent that 30 to 40 meters tall trees were a common sight in the inner settlements, with trees that reached more than 70 meters or more also present.
In the center of the forest, where the high elves lived, stood the tallest tree in all of existence.
One so tall that it pierced the clouds, so high that no one could perceive just where the end of it lay.
The elves called it the world tree, a tree born from one of the seeds of Yggdrasil, the tree of life. The First High Elf planted it after he appeared in Mysthia by accident.
The world tree also housed the sanctuary where the high priestess and the empress gathered and made important decisions after long discussions.
Currently, deep in the sanctuary, a gentle and beautiful melody flowed, echoing in the silent surroundings, reverberating throughout.
In a room adorned with scarce and straightforward decorations, two women with an air of absolute authority sat opposite each other, locking their sights on one another.
The two of them were wearing robes, green in color and slightly transparent in their hue; the clothes left little to the viewer's imagination.
The two were High Elves judging by how longer and sharper their ears were. Naturally, they were beautiful, simply a work of art given life.
Sitting on one side was a pale-skinned high elf. She had a slim figure, modest curves adorning her lithe body, yet strangely she had no lack in feminine charms, seemingly being overabundant with the said trait. Though, because of her emotionless face and the long golden hair that was so long that it reached the ground, gently hanging and swaying with the gentle breeze.
The person mentioned above was none other than the current acting Empress of Elfira, the Queen of the entirety of the race of elves, Stefania Elvira Elfied.
Sitting opposite to her was a short-haired woman, the High priestess; in contrast to Elvira, this woman possessed a seductive body; the clothes she wore clung tightly to her body; thin straps held their gigantic breasts together. A coy smile adorned the High priestess's face as she stared at Elvira, Rhea Elfied, yes, Elvira's little sister, yet so dramatically different.
''So Rhea, you wish to say that the council wants to go bring the girl with the purest bloodline back?" Elvira asked in an emotionless tone.
''Sis, you should smile more.'' Rhea tried to lighten the mood but, as one could expect, failed miserably. She could only sigh.
''Yes, the council wish to bring Gracier back. Even though she is a half-Elf, she possesses the purest bloodline. She is Elder Faranal daughter; she should be here.''
''And what about the empress? Did you all think that she would stay still, letting you lots use a small kid for your benefits? You abandoned her when she needed the most attention, and now, because of some miracle, her bloodline increased, you wished to use her? Have you thought of consequences? Did you want to have his brother, Alexander as your enemy? He, who is the one in the prophecy?
Tell me, Rhea, if others have gone nuts, have you as well lost the bit of brain you have?"
Elvira didn't hide her disappointment; she could see where they were going. While Typhania sacrificed everything, these fools wanted to change, to switch her for someone they could control; however, they didn't know that by targeting Gracier, only one outcome awaited them, disaster.
Elvira was special among the High Elves; she had a certain ability, foresight, to foresight some part of the future; she saw only desolation if these foolish people continued in what they were doing.
''Sigh! Big sis, I'm trying; I will continue trying. Please get in touch with the empress and tell her to think about something. Elder Faranal is becoming more uncontrollable. I don't know how much longer I can hold for.'' Rhea said and stood up; she stopped at the door.
''I know what sacrifice the empress made, what you sacrificed, don't worry, I will try my best.''
Then she left, leaving only Elvira in the room.
''Sigh! Master, I'm tired.'' She said before taking a communication stone to contact a certain guild master.