The Same Man (Part 1)
"My knowledge, the greatest treasure on Mogar, might end up lost forever if I die." The World Tree said. "Even worse, it might be passed down to an unworthy Sapling!"
"Think about what might happen if a deranged Sapling like the one you fought in Laruel might do with such power. You are putting entire Fae cities if not continents at risk just to pursue your revenge, Verhen.
"Give me a few days to pick a successor. After that, I don't care what you do to me. I'm not afraid of death but the thought of squandering the legacy of my entire bloodline, of all the bloodlines stored in my archives, terrifies me.
"Please, have mercy. If not for me, for the elven race. Without a World Tree, they will be bereft of a place to call home."
The upper lips of the hybrid, Lith's lips, curled up in a smile.
During the twenty years Lith had spent on Mogar, he had worked hard and received accolades for his achievements.