1 CHAPTER ONE

"Sorry Noah, your brother will no longer use magic"

"No mana means no magic, no magic means no ritual Noah"

"Hey at least he isn't dead right?"

"An elf without mana is dead. I would rather die than live like that"

" "Half elf", wouldn't have made it that far anyway"

These words echoed in Noah's head every time he remembers that day. The day his brother lost his place amongst the elves, and the day he went out to seek what he calls "True mana". He travelled across the land searching for it, surviving days in the ishval deserts, and fearful nights in the black forest; gaining a reputation and a name as the Elf Scholar. As he searched large and wide he came to Orca Town, west of kana region, the place where he now resides.

When he reached Orca he wasted no time and started working, conducting tests and recordings around the town. As he moved forward with his research he also came to learn alot about the townspeople and even befriending them, becoming a respected figure in town. One day as Noah was carrying out his studies, he found an important clue.

"26th day of the 10th month Octos, year 678." Noah recorded on his diary

"One of the main roots of the tree has a weak flow of mana. In fact I think the flow isn't weak, but rather something might be blocking it, perhaps it's a fragment of a titan buried"

He put his diary back in the space bag and picked out a shovel and started digging, searching for the fragment. After a while he was interrupted.

"Noah! What's going on here?"

Noah put the shovel down and leaned on it,turning his head over his shoulders to spot a well suited old darve with bright silver hair covering his face and a large hat on his head.

"Oh Mayor, you startled me"

"You startled me" the Mayor said

"Why are there many holes? If you want to build a cemetery?!"

"Worry not mayor, I wanted to observe the roots of the tree"

"Well you got to inform me next time, this is the tree of life we talking about here I can't imagine what you would do next in the name of science, cut it down?" The mayor questioned the scholar

"Im an elf mayor, I can never cut a sapling of the Mother tree even if I wanted" Noah reassured the mayor

"Alright then you are the expert, but do keep in mind I'm just a Darve, so I'm not familiar with this magic stuff as you are" The Mayor accepted

"No problem Mayor" Noah continued digging

"Anything else?"

"Yes there is actually" the mayor recalled

"I came here to ask you a favour"

"What is it?" Noah asked, taking a breath before digging again

"It's about my Clara's birthday"

"Ah little book Thief huh, well tell her to keep the elf books she stole as a gift"

"Well not like she was giving them back. But I'm here to ask you for a different favour, about her path"

Noah stopped digging, held the shovel over his shoulder and looked at the mayor, words of the past echoeing in his head.

"Don't tell me she chose what I know she chose"

"She did" the mayor sighed "she wants to be an elf"