Chapter 139: Cold-Hearted Eleven Beauty (12) (End) (New)

A year had passed, and since then, peace returned to World. The demon Race was completely eradicated. The treaty that allied the races came to an end, but the victory was enough to repair the races' intense feelings against each other nearly.

The Eleven Kingdom has gone through rough times and more. The Eleven King seemed to have grown more wane as problems arose more and more. It had only been a year, but more than half of the population was cut due to Elves losing the Xeron Tree's support.

Elpharae Urileth, the young arrogant lad, had also seemed to have grown a lot. He took most of the blame for the problems arising and has been forced to admit that he made a mistake due to his own choice actions.

Both his brothers and the nobles scorn him, his father is disappointed him, and the people he was to rule over started to die out of disease.

As for his lover, who became his only solace, it wasn't enough to keep him from falling into depression.

It was a dull day full of rain when Ariawyn returned. The first to greet her was her own beloved father. Her younger brother followed, only to be a bit stunned. The Eleven King knew that the battle would not have been easy.

She smiled lightly, although a bit pale, and she looked more fragile than normal. But, the welcome back home still warmed her heart. It took time, but the Elven King finally noticed the small little fist reaching out for his beard.

"This is?"

"Your Grandson." She said lightly, holding up the little child towards her father. Ayred was amazed. It was his first grandchild, He had had plenty of children, but no one of them had given him grandchildren.

The child looked like his daughter and him, with some features that belong to neither.

As for her brother's reaction, all three had widened theirs in clear surprise.

"It's okay to hold him, and he's not so weak." She said, seeing the stars in her father's starry eyes.

He held his grandchild the adorable little bundle yawned in his arms. He looked up at Ariawyn. "When was he born?"

"Winter's First Fall," She said softly. She watched her father's expression changed drastically.

"No wonder you're so pale. That was only a few days ago. Come to my child inside so you can rest." He said immediately, still holding the little Elven baby in his arms. He gently used one of his hands to call a servant to help her. The child was safe in her father's hands, so Ariawyn gladly went to her rest in her own chambers.

She was unbelievably tired; an Elven women's condition often deteriorates after she gives birth. This is common in her land. After all, elven women poor hugs amount of their magic into the child to increase their strength. If a mother dies in childbirth, the child will be born talented.

Everything but her life was poured into her baby son.

In the middle of the night, she had awoken. She had slept peacefully to the point she had not to know when the servants put her son and a neat crib inside her room.

She weakly walked over and sat by his side, lightly trailing the soft cheek. She looked at her hand and pulled off the ring. She sat it softly by his little sleeping head.

She left her room and walked the halls full of memory, towards a place she knew full well of. The Xeron Tree looked rather dim and worn itself, although she was reestablished connect with it could not support the people. Holding the core of the demon king in her hand, the glowing orb full of his power and more.

Coming close to it, she touched the soft bark and stroke it gently before sliding down and turning her body. She watched the tree extend its branches and turn into sharp knives. The Trees unusual glow brightened at its roots.

The sharp branches with speed headed her way. Ariawyn immediately closed her eyes, a gentle smile upon her face.