Chapter Four
Secrets of the Elves
As dawn broke over Elvenwood, Elarion, Thalia, and Merek stood on a high balcony overlooking the ethereal beauty of the elven city. The sun's rays filtered through the canopy, casting a warm glow over the crystalline structures and the vibrant flora that thrived in the enchanted forest.
Elowen joined them, her presence serene and calming. "The council has agreed to aid you in your quest," she said, her voice filled with quiet determination. "But first, there are things you must understand about the sword and the prophecy."
Elarion nodded, his heart pounding with anticipation. "What do we need to know?"
Elowen led them through the winding pathways of the elven city, eventually arriving at a secluded grove. In the center stood an ancient tree, its bark silver and its leaves shimmering like liquid gold. At its base was a crystal-clear pool, the water reflecting the light in mesmerizing patterns.
"This is the Tree of Memories," Elowen explained. "It holds the collective knowledge and history of our people. Through it, we can show you the origins of Valandor's Light and the prophecy it is tied to."
She gestured for Elarion to step forward. He approached the tree hesitantly, placing his hand on its cool, smooth bark. Instantly, a wave of images and emotions flooded his mind, transporting him to a time long past.
He saw the creation of the sword, forged in the heart of a sacred mountain by the ancient Guardians, beings of immense power and wisdom. The blade was imbued with the essence of light and purity, meant to be a beacon of hope in times of darkness.
The scene shifted, showing the rise of Morghul, a once noble being who had succumbed to the allure of dark magic. Consumed by his desire for power, he sought to dominate Eldara, spreading fear and destruction in his wake. The Guardians, unable to defeat him directly, created Valandor's Light as their last hope, entrusting it to a line of warrior kings who would one day rise to challenge Morghul.
Elarion's vision cleared, and he found himself back in the grove, his hand still resting on the tree. He looked at Elowen, his mind reeling from the revelations.
"The prophecy speaks of a hero who will wield the sword and unite the forces of light," Elowen said. "But it also warns of great trials and sacrifices. You must be prepared for the challenges ahead."
Elarion took a deep breath, his resolve strengthening. "I understand. I will do whatever it takes to fulfill this prophecy and protect Eldara."
Thalia stepped forward, her eyes filled with determination. "We're with you, Elarion. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."
Merek nodded in agreement. "The journey will be perilous, but with the elves' guidance, we have a chance."
Elowen smiled, her eyes filled with warmth and confidence. "You will not be alone in this fight. We will provide you with the knowledge and resources you need. And when the time comes, we will stand by your side."
The rest of the day was spent in preparation. Elowen took Elarion and Thalia to the elven armory, where they were outfitted with finely crafted weapons and armor. The elves also provided them with enchanted items – a cloak that granted invisibility