The Vensalor Kingdom.
Someone opened the door of a house, a house inhabited by an elven family. A father, a mother, and a baby in her arms. From the open door, a 12-year-old young elf ran in.
"Mom… Everyone suddenly disappeared… What happened, mom… dad…."
The elf boy ran to his parents, kneeling to welcome him. The boy was silent as he stood in front of them. They both looked at him sadly.
"Mom… why are you crying? Dad? What had happened?"
The Elven man spread his arms, welcoming his son into his embrace. He hugged the boy tightly.
Both his parents were crying. And the boy didn't know the reason behind it.
The elf woman holding the baby dropped her body, gripping the baby. Her cries were getting louder.
"Dad, why are you crying?" The boy tried to move, but his father's embrace was too strong. He couldn't turn to look at his mother.
There was a sword held by his father. After that, he made a swift movement, followed by a sudden scream. He no longer heard his mother's cries.
