Terra Year 768, June 23, noon.
As the bells of the central church chimed, another delicate rain began to fall, filling the space between heaven and earth with rain threads as soft as fine velvet.
The radiance of the sun did not diminish in the slightest; the rain clouds parted, creating cracks through which beams of light, sharp as sword steps, cascaded upon the land and sea, interweaving and reflecting off each other.
In a standalone stone house along the coastal street, a white-haired little boy crouched in a corner of the courtyard, eagerly watching the ants.
The boy was about three or four years old, with soft, white shoulder-length hair and purple eyes fixed on the insects crawling on the ground. His mouth curved into a happy smile.
The tips of the boy's ears were slightly pointed, a trait of the elves, but if one had to be precise, he was in some sense a pure-blooded member of the White Folks.
