Beneath the roots of the Elves Mother Tree lay the wellspring of magic.
The Elves Mother Tree had already begun to wither.
Yellowed leaves drifted down on the wind, like an endless golden rain.
The sight made Nason even more anxious.
It seemed the problem with the wellspring was growing worse. Queen Freya's magic had begun to run dry.
The elves' hearts grew heavy as well.
They were the future hopes Nason had chosen.
He had taken them away both to search for a solution and to develop these elves' abilities.
If he failed to find one, he would use his last magic to sever the symbiotic bond between these elves and the wellspring, preserving the last of the Elves Kingdom's bloodline.
The flying ship landed. The once verdant Elves Kingdom was now visibly barren.
Nason stepped off, dropped to one knee, and stroked the earth. "I've returned, Alfheim."
The elves all knelt just as he had.
They shed tears of reverence.
Born of nature, the elves grieved for their homeland.
After John stepped off, he looked at the Elves Mother Tree with its falling leaves. The longer he looked, the more familiar it seemed.
"It looks a lot like the one where the unicorns live."
John rubbed his chin.
There was a large tree resembling the Elves Mother Tree where the unicorns lived.
The difference was that that tree was clearly smaller than this one.
The tree towered into the clouds, tinged with withered yellow.
John could sense that this kingdom was slowly dying.
Magic was disappearing, and the cause of it all was that withering Elves Mother Tree.
Beneath the Elves Mother Tree, a palace glittering like a diamond preserved the last of the magic.
That was the elves' homeland, the Elves Kingdom.
Nason rose, his fingers clutching