Choice

As the elven girl marvelled at her restored body, Richard turned her around and pointed into the distance, “Run that way for ten days, you’ll enter the territory of the Golden World Tree. Its call will strengthen as you approach, and you will be able to go to it yourself.”

“Golden… World Tree?” Lora struggled, “Are there elves living below it?”

“Mm. This is the same tree that supported the Silvermoon Palace. Only the noblest of high elves had the right to bathe in its glory once, but you will join those ranks. Go, this is a rare opportunity.”

“Silvermoon… Palace…” Perhaps it was an ancient bloodline, or perhaps it was a memory in her soul, but the girl seemed to understand the meaning...