Chapter 3: Whispers of Destiny and Mother Lana
Princess Mangou stood before her father, King Elandor, in the grand hall of the palace. Her expression was a mixture of excitement and awe as she recounted the momentous event that had taken place.
She said, "I have a feeling that something extraordinary was born, although I don't know what exactly it is. But I just feel a little excited thinking about it."
The king listened intently, captivated by his daughter's words. He knew she possessed a unique intuition talent, a sixth sense that often proved to be uncannily accurate.
King Elandor trusted his daughter's talent very much. Since she felt that something extraordinary was born, that must be true. The king pondered deeply. What kind of treasure could appear in the Niger continent?
They must start looking for it before the Elf race finds out about it. As someone cautious, he didn't want something to disrupt their plans of annexing the Elf kingdom when Mangou realized her talent's power and became stronger than everyone in the Niger continent.
For centuries and millenary, the kingdoms of elves and humans had coexisted in fragile peace, each reigning over its own territory with mutual distrust but avoiding open conflict.
The elves, guardians of ancient forests and mysteries of nature, had always viewed humans with a certain condescension, considering their race toward progress and technology as a threat to the natural balance of the world. Humans, on the other hand, often saw elves as strange and distant beings, preferring to stay out of their affairs. But despite their differences, the two kingdoms were linked by historical and economic ties.
Trade between elves and humans was vital for both parties, with exchanges of natural resources, craftsmanship, and magical knowledge taking place regularly. However, these relationships were often tinged with mistrust and rivalry, with each kingdom fearing that the other sought to expand its influence at the other's expense.
After his birth, Simon initially couldn't see very clearly what was happening around him. He only saw a more or less blurry image, but after a month of struggling due to not adapting to newborn life, he saw a clear image for the first time.
It was the image of what he considered his mother since she was always with him. She was in the dim light of their elven home, seemingly emanating an aura of grace and mystery. Her hair, of a blond so pure that it almost became silver under the rays of the sun filtering through the high treetops of the forest, cascaded fluidly over her shoulders, reflecting the changing hues of dawn.
They framed a face of serene beauty, where two eyes sparkled with captivating intensity: one a deep emerald green, reminiscent of the ancient forests surrounding their domain, and the other an azure blue, evoking the clarity of the sky on a cloudless summer day. These eyes, shining with an almost supernatural light.
Simon was shocked to see the appearance of his new mother. The first impression she had given him was that she was an Elf, which surprised Simon even more. He didn't really know he was an Elf baby since he couldn't see clearly, which he didn't even understand why; he just thought he was reincarnated as a human in a world of magic. Maybe it's normal not to see before awakening something akin to that green light, maybe Magical Power.
Simon curiously looked at the room he was in. He saw that the room was bathed in natural light, with a fluid and organic arrangement reflecting the harmony between man and nature that characterized elven life.
Delicate floral motifs adorned the walls, while a hand-woven rug and carefully carved furniture added a touch of rustic elegance to the room. Simon was amazed by the sight before him. He could swear he had never seen anything as beautiful as the room he was in and he had never seen a creature as magnificent and beautifully pretty as his mother.