Father continued to hold his hand upwards while he pointed at me. I'm not exactly sure how to respond to his statement, but I will admit that it's rather incredible.
Elves don't die of age. I knew my father was a rather long-lived individual, but I didn't think that he would have lived this long simply because he didn't want to die.
"Does that mean that I am immortal too?" I asked. I know that I should probably be thinking about the other information he had just conferred to me, but I'm a bit more interested in the answer to my question.
"I don't believe you are. Considering your current growth, I believe you'll only live for a bit longer than a normal human." Father turned away from me. "Though that's not what's important right now. I need you to understand that your connection to the elven spirits of the past is imperative to the future."
"...Why?"
