“For Mitra?” Theo felt it seemed a little dubious, but he accepted the seed on her behalf.

The seed glowed with a blue light. If this truly was a seed from Yggdrasil, the sacred world tree which stood at the center of Elvenheim, it was priceless. However, Ellenoa had asked for this to be fed to Mitra.

It didn’t seem like he could come up with the right answer alone, so Theo decided to ask the person sitting before him, “Sir Edwin, do you know the meaning of this seed?”

Edwin looked surprised. “What do you mean?”

Theo clarified, “What is the efficacy of the seed... or why did Ellenoa tell me to give it to Mitra?”

Edwin pondered for a moment before nodding. “I don’t know her will, but I will tell you what I know.”

His explanation dated back to the time of Yggdrasil’s birth and Elvenheim’s founding. Three hundred years ago, elves had gathered from across the world to make a new home in the mountains of the north. They had joined hands to birth a world tree, which would stand sentinel in their kingdom.

Although incomplete,...