Nearby at the bustling bar, the air reverberated with music and laughter, and the scent of honey alcohol wafted through the crowd. The drinks flowed freely, keeping spirits high and the joy ablaze.
The bard's melodies still gracefully hung in the air, intertwining with the walls and extending beyond the tavern's threshold, like a luminous forest melody.
In one corner of the lively establishment, three companions reveled in each other's company, sharing drinks, laughter, and a bond deeper than friendship. They were more than friends; they were bound by the oath of divine blood, constituting the Loki Familia.
The dwarf, brimming with enthusiasm, raised his mug, exclaiming, "These drinks are a revelation!"
With a bemused smile, the blonde pallum chimed in, "These cuisines are indeed extraordinary. But are you certain, Goddess, that we're on the right path to our new recruit?"
The red-haired Goddess's response was confident, almost adamant. "Trust me, she's close. I've got it right here." She held a piece of paper close to her eyes, squinting to read it.
"And who might this new addition be?" the dwarf interjected, his gaze piercing as he sipped his mug.
"Riveria Ljos Alf, heiress of the Alf's Royal Forest," the Goddess declared with pride, her smile akin to one who's unearthed a long-lost treasure.
The dwarf's curiosity remained unquenched. "What sets this elf apart?"
The Goddess leaned in, her expression animated as she recounted the contents of the letter. "She's a magus, proficient in a form of magic known as magecraft."
The pallum's brow furrowed. "Magecraft?"
The Goddess nodded, her gaze distant as if reliving the words. "It's a kind of magic that doesn't necessarily rely on traditional chants. She described it as magic that can be harnessed without the need for mental concentration."
The trio's conversation, a blend of excitement and intrigue, continued to echo amidst the melodies and mirth of the lively tavern.
"Quite fascinating," the pallum mused, his contemplative tone carrying a hint of excitement. "To wield magic without incantation and without requiring mental exertion is indeed impressive. I must admit, I'm rather eager to witness it firsthand."
The red-haired goddess's grin widened, her joyous demeanor interlaced with a hint of mischief.
"You're plotting something, aren't you?" the blonde pallum, Fin, asked with narrowed eyes, his suspicion evident.
A chuckle escaped the goddess as she took another sip from her mug. "Well... It wouldn't be entirely truthful if I said I wasn't cooking up something, Fin."
"Riveria Ljos Alf, a princess and heir to the current Alf Royal Forest," Fin sighed, rubbing his temple as he mentally calculated the feasibility of their extraction plan.
"Why not just barge in and face whatever challenges come our way?" the dwarf chimed in, his brows knitting in thought.
"That wouldn't be wise, Gareth," Fin responded, his expression tense. "Storming into their forest without subtlety would likely result in chaos. We might even end up being despised within elven society, not to mention the political backlash that could arise from kidnapping their princess."
"Anyone have a better idea than mine?" Gareth retorted dryly.
A silence descended upon the group as each member contemplated the most viable plan for extracting the elven princess. Time was of the essence, and a discreet approach was imperative to avoid unnecessary conflict.
Loki's voice cut through the silence, surprising her companions. "Well, I do."
"Go on," the dwarf urged, gesturing for her to share her plan.
"Step one, we need to establish contact with the princess. Oddly enough, her recent letter provided me with insights into an upcoming event in the Alf Royal Forest. This event's details will play a crucial role in my plan," Loki explained, her smile carrying an enigmatic aura that prompted her familia members to exchange knowing glances.
"Hey!" the goddess exclaimed, her annoyance evident. "What's with those expressions?"
"Ummm..." Fin averted his gaze from his mischievous goddess, his index finger awkwardly caressing his cheek.
"It's true that your plans tend to work, Loki. But let's not forget how rarely they go smoothly," Gareth chimed in dryly, a tinge of exasperation lacing his sigh.
"B-But they still work!" She retorted, her voice carrying a hint of annoyance, accompanied by mumbled words meant only for her familia's ears.
"At least. Yeah, 'at least,'" Gareth's sarcasm wasn't lost on anyone, his smirk showcasing his amusement, much to the chagrin of his goddess.
The divine figure cleared his throat lightly, attempting to alleviate the situation. "Anyhow, the plan is fairly straightforward. There's a festival scheduled to showcase the princess's maturity to the public a few days from now. Granted, this operation won't exactly be stealthy as we initially envisioned, but it does provide a golden opportunity for her to escape across the border."
Fin leaned closer, his interest piqued. "So, we intend to create the necessary chaos to draw most of the elven army away. While they're busy investigating the cause of the chaos, the princess can seize the opening and flee."
"Exactly. If she leaves of her own volition, it saves face for both our familia and hers," the goddess nodded in approval.
"It's a viable plan. But don't you think it might not be enough?" Gareth interjected, capturing their attention.
"Could you elaborate, Gareth?" Fin inquired, genuinely intrigued.
Gareth leaned back casually. "Even if we manage to make it look like the princess fled willingly, rumors could still circulate, suggesting that we abducted her."
"He's got a point," the blonde pallum chimed in, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
The underlying concern was that their familia was relatively new and lacked the political clout to concoct a convincing cover story or defend themselves against more influential factions.
"Hehehe..." The red-haired goddess stifled a chuckle, attempting to suppress her impending outburst.
"What's so amusing, Loki?" Gareth arched an eyebrow in confusion.
The goddess Loki looked upon her children with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes, the snickers continuing until they reached a crescendo, leaving her breathless. Baffled glances were exchanged between the pallum and the dwarf, seeking an answer to this sudden burst of mirth.
"In fact," she began, her voice now a conspiratorial whisper, "the event itself is poised to unwittingly play a part in our grand design. You see, I've taken the liberty of conversing with several elves about the intriguing upcoming occasion. Elves, as we know, possess an inherent affinity for magic, and this event serves as a stage for the princess to showcase her magical prowess, reaffirming her claim to the throne."
Amused satisfaction dripped from Loki's words, her grin oozing with self-assured cunning, for she was, after all, the deity of trickery.
n the realm of importance, information reigned supreme, surpassing even the allure of gold. Loki Familia held within its grasp a treasure of invaluable intelligence—the origin of Riveria's mysterious magic. Although she hadn't specifically referred to her abilities as "magecraft" at that time, she had hinted at the provider of this unique power.
Should the tale prove true, it would be an invaluable asset, capable of weaving a narrative that would shield Loki Familia's reputation from any tarnish. What's more, it would position them as a magnet for elves seeking to align themselves with their princess's legacy.
"It sounds plausible," Finn concurred, his nod a testament to his tentative endorsement.
"I'm inclined to agree," Gareth added, his drink now drained.
"Then it's settled," Loki proclaimed with an air of triumph, standing tall and confident. Her grin was nothing short of victorious. "This plan is as foolproof as they come. With it, I shall claim my elven princess!"
The fervent declaration caught the attention of the bar's denizens, an unexpected spectacle that elicited weary sighs from her own kin.
"An eccentric goddess, without a doubt," Gareth mused dryly, amusement barely concealed.
"I'll say this much: our familia is certainly one of a kind," Fin chimed in with a smile, aligning himself with his friend's sentiment.
The arrival of this day was almost surreal for Riveria. Throughout the countless days of longing, she had fervently anticipated the very moment she would finally break free from her father's confining grasp. The weight of that anticipation was now mingled with disbelief—today marked the actual realization of her aspiration.
Yet, preceding her liberation, she had an impending engagement to navigate: the ceremonial duties she must first fulfill before enacting her meticulously devised escape plan. It was a sequential strategy she had laid out, requiring her to dedicate her scarce moments of leisure to fine-tuning her tactics, running a multitude of simulations within her mind's theater.
With rigorous preparation already undertaken, Riveria stood convinced that her efforts had aligned the necessary components. The threads of her plan appeared meticulously woven, a seamless fabric of intention. Moreover, the vital link with Loki Familia had been established, a network of support girding her ambitions.
"Milady," a voice—belonging to none other than Aina—reached her ears from beyond her chamber's threshold.
Riveria's reply granted Aina entrance, the door yielding to the gentle pull. The scene unveiled Aina's presence, a brunette elf of striking beauty. Gone were the days of her role as chamberlain; now, draped in an emerald gown reserved solely for the Alf noble lineage, she was Aina Alf Tuellecia—a member of the very royalty that Riveria belonged to. An unbreakable bond had been sealed, and Aina was now sworn as the crown princess' companion.
"I bring you a letter, princess," Aina's voice, soft as a murmur, announced, the door subsequently sighing closed behind her.
"You may come in, Aina," Riveria's response, tender in tone, welcomed her.
The momentary pause was just enough to set the stage for what was to follow—a revelation that had the potential to reshape Riveria's future. The letter exchanged hands, passing from Aina's custody to Riveria's eager grasp. As the princess absorbed its content with unabated intensity, Aina lingered with a conflicted gaze. The enigma of Riveria's expression—a blend of trepidation and joy—was one that Aina found herself drawn to. And so, taking a tentative step closer, Aina entered the circle of emotions that surrounded her friend and princess.
"Is something amiss, milady?" Aina's voice, tinged with genuine concern, broke the silence that followed Riveria's absorption in the letter.
Caught slightly off-guard by the question, Riveria's features registered surprise for a fleeting moment. Swiftly regaining her usual composure, she cleared her throat before responding. "Ah, no, Aina. It's nothing of immediate concern." She gave a small, reassuring smile.
The tension in the room eased as the conversation flowed, Riveria choosing to relay the content of the letter that had been the catalyst for her introspection. "In essence, they seek me to become a beacon—a symbol to cleanse their reputation while also nurturing the adventurous spirit within elven society."
Aina's brows furrowed as the explanation unraveled before her. She found herself grappling with an unsettling thought—a suspicion that Loki Familia might exploit Lady Riveria's resolve to locate her teacher, Lord Caster, for their own ulterior motives. It was a notion she refused to stand by and watch unfold.
"What exactly is their plan, then?" Aina's voice held a mix of concern and determination.
"They're requesting that I publicly declare my intentions during the upcoming ceremony," Riveria replied, her expression souring at the thought.
Aina's response was immediate and incredulous, her voice carrying the weight of her disbelief. "Are they out of their minds? You've meticulously planned your escape during that very ceremony, milady. And your plan was designed to be discreet and avoid unnecessary complications."
Riveria offered no instant rebuttal, instead choosing to further examine the letter before her. The contents bore a complexity that resonated with her curious nature, hinting at layers of meaning beneath its surface.
"I've found it," she murmured, a smile forming as the puzzle pieces fell into place.
Aina's gaze held a mix of curiosity and anticipation, awaiting an explanation that would provide clarity to her own inquiries.
"The primary objective is apparent—Loki Familia seeks to rectify their name," Riveria began, a sense of respect underlying her words. "However, there's a secondary intention, a noble one."
Aina's features scrunched in perplexity. "Secondary intention? What might that be?"
"To ignite the flames of adventure within my fellow kin, to spark their interest in magecraft," Riveria stated, a touch of pride in her voice.
Aina's eyes widened as comprehension dawned. "So, Goddess Loki aims to position you as a trailblazer, inspiring other elves to seek freedom and master magecraft?"
The connection became clear, and Riveria's eyes shone with conviction as she nodded. "Indeed. It's a "Indeed," Riveria affirmed, her eyes gleaming with a fervent determination that echoed her spoken words.
"Loki wants me to openly declare my intentions, to showcase the might of elf-kind through my magecraft abilities to the entire elven society. And should Queen Celdia's journal hold truths, it could be the sole avenue for our race to reclaim the glory of its past." As she spoke, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, slowly growing wider. The prospect of fellow elves harnessing magecraft seemed like an impossible dream, a dream that could ultimately lead them back to the illustrious days of the Golden Age.
Aina, well aware of Riveria's fervor for the revival of their people's former greatness, recognized the deep passion that fueled the princess' determination. Ever since she had unlocked her magecraft, Riveria's resolve to see her kin flourish anew had only grown stronger. The notion that other elves could follow in her footsteps, embracing the art of magecraft and contributing to the revival of their Golden Age, resonated powerfully with her.
Amidst Aina's understanding, concern also lingered. "Even assuming the plan bears fruit, how do you intend to execute it without compromising your safety or attracting unwanted attention?" Her voice carried a weight of caution, the genuine apprehension of a companion who cared deeply for her princess' wellbeing.
Riveria's gaze turned reflective, her brows furrowing slightly as she allowed herself a moment of contemplation. Honesty was key, even in the face of uncertainty.
"The truth is, it's a rather intricate matter. I can't definitively predict the outcome," Riveria conceded with a sigh, acknowledging the uncertainty that inherently accompanied their endeavor.
Aina's concern intensified, giving an edge to her tone. "Then why do you remain so steadfast in pursuing this path, milady?" Her gaze bore into Riveria's, a mixture of worry and a hint of challenge in her eyes.
"The potential benefits of the plan's success are significant enough to transform the fabric of this forest's society and dismantle my father's cult as if it were mere dust," Riveria's declaration bore weight, causing a visible crack in Aina's composed demeanor.
"You... Milady, you intend to dismantle it all?" Aina's eyes widened in profound shock.
"The society my father has woven together is a product of envy and arrogant blindness. To turn a blind eye to this matter would condemn our society to ignorance, allowing stagnation to consume us," Riveria's grip tightened, her palm clenching with determination. "I refuse to let that fate befall my people."
The urgency in the heiress' voice drew Aina nearer, a compassionate smile gracing her lips. "I entrust my heart to your guidance, milady. But please, reflect deeply on your decision. Seek counsel if necessary. After all, I am your companion."
"I believe you're right," Riveria's gaze softened, a fond smile gracing her lips as she regarded the elder elf. "And speaking of advice, Aina, you've changed."
"I've simply returned to my core self, milady. This personality, coupled with my noble position, would better serve your journey," Aina's smile held a touch of pride, her posture radiating confidence.
"I dare say it suits you better than your previous self, Aina," Riveria responded with playful camaraderie.
Aina chuckled in amusement. "I'm pleased you find it fitting, milady. Now, shall you share your plan with me?"
"The initial step is relatively straightforward. I need to evoke as much empathy as possible, a task made simpler when I unveil the potential of magecraft. Elves hold their own capabilities and potential in high regard, so by enhancing their impression of me, the groundwork will be laid," Riveria's countenance shifted, her expression becoming resolute. "But it's the subsequent phase that will be complex."
"How so, Princess?" Aina inquired, her brow furrowing in puzzlement.
"It's a form of melodrama, Aina. If everything proceeds too smoothly or, more precisely, suspiciously smoothly, it could backfire drastically," Riveria's tone turned somber, and she drew a deep breath to steady herself. "Imagine a scenario where I gather ample support to facilitate my escape, only to find myself framed for heresy by my father."
The weight of her words hung in the air, a testament to the gravity of the challenges that lay ahead.
"Because your craft's origin could potentially be traced to a foreign power," Aina's deduction came to a succinct conclusion.
"Exactly. Hence, I require more than just your support to ensure the smooth execution of my plan," the princess sighed in a tone of mild frustration.
"What about Lord Forgar?" Aina proposed.
The suggestion was not without merit. Forgar was among the most influential nobles in the forest, even part of Larfal's court. His authority, support, and extensive knowledge of magic would be invaluable to Riveria's cause. However, leveraging such strength came with its own set of risks and gambles.
"Solid idea. But the risk... I can't afford to overlook it, Aina. Forgar remains the Court Magician, and given his position, I'm skeptical he would relinquish his privileges and accomplishments. I do trust him, but certainty is elusive," Riveria's voice carried a dry note, betraying a touch of paranoia.
"Is there no alternative to address this issue, Lady Riveria?" Aina inquired.
"I'd appreciate it if you could provide me with a comprehensive list of influential figures within Alf Royal Forest, Aina," the emerald-haired elf requested, making her way to her study table, where she retrieved a book from the shelf before seating herself.
"With pleasure," Aina assented, exiting the room.
Upon her return, she carried a book in her arms. Riveria accepted it, her gaze intent as she scanned the pages meticulously, her determination focused on finding a solution within its contents.
Yet, after a dozen meticulous cross-examinations, her search proved in vain. A sigh of resignation escaped Riveria's lips.
"I hate when the only answer to my doubt is a gamble," Riveria grumbled loudly, placing her palm on her face.
"Lord Alferal might seem a fitting candidate due to his extensive influence within the court. However, rumors of his affiliation with the current cult cast him as a rival to King Larfal's faction," Aina read the book with intense focus, but her efforts were met with disappointment.
"The other potential candidates prove similarly inadequate," Riveria's fatigue was palpable now. She closed her eyes, massaging her temples as if to ease the growing tension.
Empathy shone in Aina's smile as she approached the weary princess. Gently, she laid her hands on Riveria's shoulders, delivering a slow, soothing massage.
"It is nothing, milady." Aina replied with a gentle smile.
While her demeanor remained, a sense of unease gripped Riveria's heart. She questioned whether their plan could truly unfold as intended.
'Guide us, Lord Caster,' she silently implored, her inner turmoil hidden beneath a façade of calm determination.
The day of the ceremony had arrived. On this momentous occasion, thousands of elves had gathered before the Royal Palace, their anticipation palpable as they awaited their princess's display of magical prowess.
Magic had always been a source of immense pride for elven society. Despite their ambivalence towards any gods that crossed their paths, their mastery of magic remained unparalleled among mortal societies in Genkai. Each elven ruler was expected to demonstrate their pinnacle of magical craft when the time came, solidifying their eminent position in society.
In the present generation, it was Princess Riveria Ljos Alf's turn to showcase her mastery over her craft.
Throughout the entire forest, excitement hung thick in the air. The populace eagerly anticipated this historic moment, and the buzz of rumors had only grown stronger after the monster attack of decades past.
One of these rumors centered on Princess Riveria's alleged achievement—an accomplishment bordering on the impossible for those not blessed by the divines. Whispers spoke of her having attained a level akin to that of adventurers in Orario.
However, as is often the case, rumors remain unsubstantiated until truth surfaces. Still, rumors held the potent ability to draw attention swiftly and efficiently.
This was precisely what Riveria required to elevate her name, along with her magical prowess. Despite the apprehension that lingered in the recesses of her mind, she had to trust in her venerable teacher.
And now, the ceremony was about to commence.
King Larfal emerged onto the balcony from within the castle. The people greeted him with exuberant cheers, their jubilation ringing out like a welcoming hymn for the new dawn of elven society.
"Greetings, my people. We gather here with immense pride to announce my daughter's ceremony of maturity," Larfal proclaimed, his tone infused with pride. "Elven society has always taken immense pride in our magical heritage. Blessed by the world itself, we wield a power surpassing that of any other species. It is our duty to harness this immense power to guide and shape the world around us. The legends of old recount how elves could reshape the world with but their words. The royal family has taken on the role of safeguarding the pinnacle of our craft. And now, let the latest generation of our royal family demonstrate the worthiness of such a noble title."
The crowd's excitement could no longer be contained. Their cheers rang out in agreement, marking the dawn of a new era of royalty and magic.
Riveria felt a slight hesitation in the face of the crowd's anticipation. However, a glance at her companion reassured her. Aina's warm smile was all she needed. With a deep breath, the princess filled her lungs, seeking to calm her nerves.
"Now I present you, Princess Riveria Ljos Alf!" That was the proclamation. Riveria takes steps forward, exiting the castle.
By the sight of a sea of smiling faces, she stood, bazed by the overwhelming joy and excitement of her people. They hailed her with genuine affection, their cheers echoing through the air, each call a testament to their unwavering trust in her. The weight of their hopes and dreams settled on her shoulders, and she knew she couldn't let them down. This newfound responsibility both exhilarated and humbled her, as she vowed to honor their faith in her and carry their aspirations in her heart.
Riveria smiled regally, like the true princess she was, raising her hand to greet the elated crowd. Their joyous cheers enveloped her heart, filling her with warmth and banishing any lingering apprehensions.
King Larfal raised his hand, and a hush fell over the crowd. With a determined nod to his daughter, he signaled her to begin the ceremony.
"My name is Riveria Ljos Alf," she spoke with unwavering confidence, her voice carrying the authority of a future queen. "Today's ceremony shall proclaim my status and might as the future queen of Alf Royal Forest. Thus, I invoke the Three Stages of Arcane Trial," she declared without a hint of hesitation.
Queen Rishena, the former Alf Queen and the younger sister of Queen Celdia, invented the Three Stages of Arcane Trial after Queen Celdia passed away, using remnants of the First Generation Elves' artifacts in the palace. This ceremony was created to find a suitable queen who could wield the legacy of the legendary queen—steadfast and powerful, yet regal and wise.
After countless generations, the Alf Royal Forest still could not find a suitable person to wield the title of such a hero. But this one will be different from the past generations.
Riveria secretly clenched her palm. She was ready for the trials. But the scenario of her failure still haunts her deepest mind. But she needs to raise her chest high, completing the trial without hesitation.
The first trial would be the Trial of Arcana. This trial solely focused on the endurance of Riveria's magical reserve. This trial would be very taxing in her Odd and Mind. But it will show her defiance against any challenge, and if she manages to reach the desirable result, it will push public opinion to support her endeavor.
"The princess has invoked the trials. Now, let us begin the ceremony." King Larfal declared.
The crowd hushed, their anticipation palpable as King Larfal and Forgar, the seasoned Court Magician, exchanged nods. This was a momentous occasion, the grand trial that had been witnessed by generations past and would now unfold before the eager eyes of the present.
Forgar, the Court Magician for generations, had witnessed nearly a dozen generations performing the trials. Among them, some failed, some conceded, and the rest succeeded, albeit underwhelmingly. None could bear the same mantle as Queen Celdia.
Deep within the heart of the palace, hidden away from the eyes of ordinary visitors, lay a place of profound mystery—the Black Stone Chamber. Its very presence evoked a sense of ancient power, as if the walls themselves whispered forgotten secrets of bygone eras.
"I hope the best for you, Milady," Forgar mused. He chanted a few incantations, channeling his magical energy into the staff, and then carefully placed the staff into the hole before him.
A sudden magical resonance echoed throughout the entire room, causing the ancient palace to tremble as if coming to life after eons of slumber. Intricate mechanisms, crafted by the enigmatic First Generation Elves during the Golden Age, whirred to life with an unfathomable complexity that modern elves could hardly comprehend. The secrets of the palace's construction remained shrouded in the mists of time, a legacy better left forgotten.
As the gears continued their symphony, a majestic triangular altar emerged from the floor, crowned by a colossal white crystal that seemed to float effortlessly. A timeless relic, its energy transcended mortal understanding, bathing the room in an ethereal glow that transformed the walls and tapestries into a celestial canvas.
Whispers of awe and curiosity rippled through the crowd, for they knew they were witnessing something extraordinary. The resonance of magic and history converged in the present, creating a spectacle that humbled even the most scholarly minds. This was not merely an artifact of the past; it was a living testament to the marvels of an ancient era, the legacy of the enigmatic First Generation Elves and their enduring secrets.
As the crystal's luminescence danced through the air, anticipation hung thick like morning mist. Ancient knowledge awaited its key, forgotten tales poised to resurface from the depths of time. The answers were about to be revealed, and with bated breath, the observers stood ready to bear witness to a chapter of history unfolding before their very eyes.
Riveria stood in awe as the magical mechanism unfolded before her very eyes. Having witnessed magecraft wonders, she still saw her palace as a place filled with buried mysteries and forgotten enchantments.
Now, a trial lay ahead, and she steeled herself for the challenge. Taking a deep breath, she whispered reassurances, "Everything will be alright. I can see it. Everything is already planned."
Her keen eyes scanned the room, studying the expressions of important figures and the people. So far, everything seemed to align with her expectations.
"Now, let the first trial begin!" Larfal's voices boomed across the palace, rendering the crowd to silence.
With steady determination, Riveria approached the crystal. The crowd seemed to hold its breath in anticipation, as if acknowledging the solemnity of the moment.
Amidst the awe and anticipation, there was a tender flutter in Riveria's heart, a deep yearning for Lord Caster to be by her side, sharing this poignant moment. She wondered what kind of expression that her teacher would make.
A smile escapes her lips.
As Riveria touched the crystal, a brilliant white light engulfed her, transporting her to a distant realm hidden within its ethereal depths. She found herself standing in a vast expanse of white, surrounded by majestic marble pillars soaring towards the heavens, their destination veiled in mystery.
Riveria continued her exploration with cautious curiosity, hoping to find someone who could unravel the mysteries of this enigmatic realm. Despite her curiosity, a nagging doubt made her stay alert and approach the exploration with caution and careful judgment.
Undaunted, the elven princess pressed forward, her every step igniting the chamber with a comforting warmth that embraced her very essence.
"It's been eons since I last welcomed a visitor to this realm," echoed a woman's voice, its age-old timbre resounding through the expanse.
The voice carried ancient wisdom, yet held a strangely familiar and distant allure, captivating Riveria's attention. She stood mesmerized, feeling an inexplicable kinship with the speaker, as if their souls were entwined, defying the constraints of time.
With every uttered word, Riveria's heart danced with anticipation, as though an unseen force drew her closer to the mysterious voice, igniting a profound connection that transcended the boundaries of space and memory.
With an eager determination, Riveria followed the beckoning voice, her steps quickening with each passing moment. It was as though an invisible force guided her, leading her through a maze of twists and turns, all in pursuit of the enigmatic speaker.
Finally, she stumbled upon a mesmerizing sight—a garden, seemingly materializing within the heart of the ethereal chamber, its reality intertwining with the mystical surroundings.
As she entered the garden's embrace, a gentle, warm breeze enveloped her, offering a tender caress to her skin. The melodious symphony of birdsong and the rustling of leaves against the sky created a harmonious backdrop, soothing her senses and lifting her spirits.
In this captivating oasis nestled within the enigmatic realm, Riveria felt a moment of respite—an interlude of peace amidst the enigma that surrounded her. The garden seemed to hold secrets of its own, and she couldn't help but wonder if it held the answers she sought.
With a mixture of curiosity and awe, she explored the sanctuary, savoring each moment as if she had stumbled upon a hidden paradise. The garden's allure seemed to whisper ancient tales, inviting her to immerse herself in its rich tapestry of life.
In the company of nature's embrace, Riveria found a brief solace from the mysteries that entangled her, savoring the ethereal beauty that unfolded before her. And as she continued to venture deeper into this enchanting garden, the lines between reality and illusion blurred, leaving her to wonder if this place held the key to the enigma that had brought her here.
At the heart of the garden stood a gazebo, a magnificent structure crafted from pristine white marble. Within its architectural marvel sat a long wooden chair, and upon it, an elegant elf noble draped in a resplendent green cloak. But what truly took Riveria by surprise was the face of the elf.
It was almost identical to Riveria's own, complete with the signature green hair that marked the royal lineage of the Alf kingdom.
As she gazed upon the striking resemblance, Riveria felt a whirlwind of emotions—a mixture of astonishment, curiosity, and a sense of kinship that transcended mere bloodlines.
It didn't take long for Riveria to realize who was in the gazebo.
"Queen Celdia," Riveria whispered in realization.
Queen Celdia, the heroic figure revered by the elves for her valor in battling the One-Eyed Black Dragon, and the first elf to master magecraft. She was Lord Caster's first student and the one who loved the Grand Spirit with all her heart and soul.
"I have been waiting for you, my child," Queen Celdia said, her voice holding an air of mystery and ancient wisdom. "It took countless generations for you to meet me, Riveria Ljos Alf."
The soft smile on Queen Celdia's face was matched by the regal grace in her presence as she gazed at the latest princess of the forest, welcoming her with regal poise.
"How do you know my name?" Riveria asked, her surprise evident in her voice.
"The answer, my child, holds a wisdom woven through time," Queen Celdia's voice carried a gentle yet profound tone. "Long before my demise, I dreamed of you, envisioning this very moment when you would stand here, bearing the legacy of the long-dead craft."
Riveria was struck by the weight of those words, as if an ancient tapestry of knowledge was unraveling before her.
Riveria found herself at a loss for words; she was utterly speechless. For a moment, she stood there in a daze, gazing at the queen. Then, Celdia smiled gently at the princess.
"Come here, sit with me," she softly invited.
Riveria complied with the queen's request, taking a seat in front of her, her face slightly lowered. Emotions swirled within Riveria, but the comfort and tranquility of the garden managed to soothe those feelings.
"How..." The words stumbled out of Riveria's lips as she struggled to begin her sentence, attempting to choose the right words to convey her bewildered emotions.
"You're wondering why I'm here, aren't you?" Celdia's voice was gentle, seamlessly picking up the thread of Riveria's thoughts.
"Yes," Riveria nodded, her curiosity evident. "There's no trace of your involvement in this trial. Yet, you appeared before me. How is that possible?"
Queen Celdia's smile took on a knowing quality as she turned her gaze towards the expansive sky, as though seeking answers from the very heavens. Her expression took on a nostalgic hue, as if she were recounting a cherished memory.
"A millennium ago, just months before Albert and his party faced off against the Black Dragon, I had a vision. A vision that left me astounded. I saw a young elf, someone who would one day inherit all that I hold dear, standing right before me," Queen Celdia's voice held a timeless resonance, as if the echoes of that moment were still reverberating.
The queen's smile softened, as if she was reliving that distant moment when the image of a young elf had graced her dream. Her eyes closed briefly, and then she envisioned the figure of an elf, mature and radiating charisma, gentleness, and wisdom. It was none other than Riveria Ljos Alf, the very elf now seated beside her.
Queen Celdia reopened her eyes, her gaze shifting towards Riveria. Their eyes met, an unspoken understanding passing between them.
"The destiny of that elf is to become a queen, leading our race into a new Golden Age," Celdia's chuckle carried a touch of sarcasm and dry humor, though her queenly demeanor remained intact.
"Isn't it quite ironic? A queen, expected to embody wisdom, still holding onto a name from fairy tales," Queen Celdia continued, her gaze steady.
"No, I disagree," Riveria shook her head. "Everyone is entitled to their dreams, no matter how seemingly naive. Each person has the right to nurture them. That includes you, Your Majesty."
"A genuinely heartwarming sentiment, Riveria. I commend you," Celdia offered a faint smile, her gaze holding a mixture of appreciation and a hint of amusement.
"I am deeply honored, Your Majesty," Riveria replied with a smile, her face slightly inclined.
Celdia returned the smile gently. She slowly raised her hand and placed it on Riveria's cheek. In the Queen's gaze, a mystical yet regal aura seemed to envelop her, as if the echoes of her youthful essence were mirrored in Riveria's eyes.
A figure full of passion and eagerness to chase dreams and ambitions. An elf who ventured forth to seek knowledge yet undiscovered in the world.
A figure who also fell in love with the same teacher.
"You love him, don't you?" Queen Celdia suddenly asked, her tone soft, carrying a hint of resonance.
Riveria's eyes widened at those words, and she felt a mixture of surprise and vulnerability. She lowered her head, her fingers instinctively gripping the folds of her robe.
"Yes, I love him," Riveria answered, her voice steady but carrying the depth of her emotions. "I love Lord Caster."
Celdia's touch, like that of a regal mother embracing her child, found its place on Riveria's hair. The queen's eyes held a hint of wistfulness as she seemed to travel back in time, reliving the moments she had shared with Lord Caster.
In her mind's eye, Celdia heard the echoes of laughter and the whispers of shared dreams. She felt once again the solace of his embrace during moments of sorrow. Every memory was etched vividly, even the pain of his departure, understanding though she was of the reasons behind it.
'Please stay, don't go. Together, we can conquer the Black Dragon. Please stay by my side.'
"Your Majesty?" Riveria's inquiry gently brought her back from her reverie.
Celdia's lips curved into a soft smile, as if dispelling the somber clouds of the past. "Forgive my brief indulgence in memories long gone."
With a hint of curiosity, Riveria ventured, "May I ask what you remember, Your Majesty?"
Celdia's gaze turned tender, her voice hushed with the weight of ages. "A beautiful past that concluded in heartache, dear Riveria. And yet, it seems these emotions have traversed time, their essence unfading even after a millennium."
As if solidifying the connection between them, Celdia's hand settled upon Riveria's shoulder. "Before we confronted the Black Dragon, I infused my consciousness into this crystal, believing in the emergence of my rightful successor. Those who embody worthiness, mastery of magecraft, and the continuation of my bloodline."
"But that's not the entire truth," Riveria's voice held a note of bewilderment.
"Indeed. Even if they attain mastery over magecraft, it doesn't guarantee their presence here. They might cross paths with me, yet amid the tapestry of possibilities I've woven, only one thread finds its way to this sacred garden. After a millennium, you stand as the sole individual to traverse into this garden, much like the echoes of my dream. Only someone who harbors the same will as mine shall capable to bypass the illusion."
As the weight of Celdia's words settled in, Riveria's understanding deepened, compelling the elven princess to clasp Celdia's hand tightly, pouring her emotions into the touch.
"So, all this while you've been seeking a successor who could carry forth your love?" Riveria inquired.
"Yes," Celdia nodded slowly. "A love story destined to span a millennium, intertwined with the Dungeon's destruction."
"Destruction of the Dungeon?" Riveria's voice quivered, her heart grappling with the enormity of Celdia's revelation.
"Yes, with love's revelation comes a hidden truth. Heroes shall rise and emerge. Seven Guardians who shall lead all towards salvation, alongside a white-haired hero accompanied by 72 companions from past and future. At least, that's what I gleaned from Lord Caster," Queen Celdia's smile held a veil of enigma.
"The Promised Time," Riveria breathed softly.
"This is the love story I entrust to you. A tale that shall guide you towards truth. When Lord Caster spoke those words, I believed they were meant for me. Yet it appears I was mistaken. Riveria, I shall impart the knowledge you'll require on your journey. For this is my role as the remnant fragment of Queen Celdia." The elven queen's forehead drew close to Riveria's, their connection intimate and profound.
With a radiant shimmer, an ancient phrase flowed into Riveria's mind. Though she couldn't comprehend the words themselves, she recognized their antiquity, sensing a direct link to her origins.
"And thus, my task is fulfilled. My message conveyed, doubts resolved, your fervor undeniable, and the knowledge I bear entrusted to you." The garden began to dissipate, dissolving into gentle orbs of light that enveloped Riveria's vision.
"Wait! I have so much more to ask. Please, stay a little longer!" Riveria's plea held an earnest fervor, even as Celdia's touch began to dissolve into shimmering bubbles of light.
"Forgive me, my child, but time is fleeting," Celdia's smile remained gentle, tinged with a hint of melancholy. "At the very least, I can depart with a tranquil heart, knowing the fate of the elves and Lord Caster rests in your capable hands."
"Queen Celdia!" Riveria's cry echoed, a poignant exclamation that lingered in the fading luminescence.
The radiant glow slowly embraced Riveria, as if tenderly carrying her away from that realm of mystery and wonder.
Celdia's smile maintained its gentle grace as she observed Riveria's departure. Just before the elven princess completely dissolved into the brilliance, a memory resurfaced, prompting tears that shimmered like dew in her eyes. Like scattered fragments of a complex puzzle fitting together to reveal a cherished image, Celdia found herself engulfed in a surge of emotions.
It was a warm, familiar smile from a time obscured by the veils of memory. Celdia could still vividly recollect that moment. Racing in fear, pursued by an unrelenting beast, she teetered on the precipice of despair. And in the very heartbeat before the creature's fangs could strike, he emerged.
Tall and draped in regal crimson, a figure of regality manifested to shield her. Sunlight filtered through leaves, and a soft breeze whispered a tale of heroism, of a savior standing guard over an innocent soul. That figure bestowed upon her a radiant smile—an expression forever etched into the tapestry of her remembrances. The words that accompanied that smile reverberated in her heart, a resonance destined to span eternity.
"Are you alright?"
The sound echoed, a simple phrase that lay embedded within her heart.
"Ah..." Celdia's sigh brushed the air. "If only I could relive that moment once more."
""Meeting you on that day, it could have very well been a union woven by destiny itself. A moment where the heroine finds her hero, a juncture that cradles a tale of love and the poignant ache of separation. A story of love that I shall carry forth. Even though with a different vessel. I shall be in your side."
The Story shall continue in a new form.
"Goodbye, dear."
Next Up: The Eleventh Ring
