Alfheim

In a land full of towering trees and beautiful plants, voice of whispering of leaves sounded. Chirping birds were flying happily and small animals ran all the way on the ground. The clear crystal stream flew from the middle of forest. The whole place looks like the most beautiful scene of nature one can imagine. There were many people running around with smiles on their faces. They looked different from the ordinary humans, wether it was their amazing beauty or long pointed ears. It is the land of light elves, Alfheim. Light elves are one of the most beautiful and gentle races in the universe. They live peacefully and avoid fighting if doesn't reach the level of life and death. This beautiful place is the light forest where the light elves reside in the land of Alfheim. Some elves gathered around a woman who looked more noble and a high level person. They were laughing and chatting happily.

"Queen, tell us more about Yggdrasil. Does it really speak?" a young elf asked queen Amanda.

"Of course it speaks." answered the queen.

"Then why don't we hear it. And who can talk to him?"

"Everyone can. You just need to listen to him more. Yggdrasil watches everyone in the nine relams." queen suddenly stopped talking and looked at the direction of entrance of the forest.

"Is there any problem?" abother elf asked mildly.

"No, its nothing. A guest has come to the forest, an important guest. Send Aegin to receive the the guest."

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A person in a blue robe stepped on the periphery of the light forest and looked around him curiously.

"Its really beautiful. One can feel every ounce of nature here." Swain looked at the light forest with a smile. Although he doesn't know wether he will get what he wants here, but this beautiful scenery alone is worth the whole effort he spent in coming here.

He has been feeling a little strange in the past few decades. It seems that something or someone is calling him, and he has to go to the caller. At first he thought that it was just his imagination, but it has gotten stronger in recent years. So he tried to understand and solve the problem, but he got nothing in the end even after using all his possible means including magic, divine power, etc. The conclusion Swain reached was that it had something do with the world tree, Yggdrasil. So he searched deeply for it and the closest answer he got was light elves.

Although Swain has started to fuse with the world tree, but it has only started and he doesn't know much about it except that it is the source of divine power for the Asgardian and Warner protoss. The people who knows the most about it are the light elves. They are said to be the kindest race and loved deeply by Yggdrasil. So even if they are not a fighting race, no one in the nine relams is foolish enough to attack them because of Yggdrasil's protection, not even Odin himself. Even when Odin conquered nine relams, he only talked verbally with the elven queen and didn't try to use brute force. It was a lucky thing that light elves accepted being a vessel kingdom of Asgard even if it was in the name only. After all, accepting it only bought them an extra layer of protection.

Swain also came here this time with the purpose of peaceful talk, that's why he didn't bother using magic to hide himself. As Swain was walking in the forest, leaves around him started to whisper. It seemed that someone was coming. Swain was vigilant and ready to attach any time, but the the person who appeared made him stunned. It was a light elf, and it seemed to be of higher bloodline.

Swain immediately put his trident away and introduced himself : "I am not here to fight. I am Swain Odinson, the king of Vanaheim and third prince of Asgard. I just want to talk about something with your queen."

The elf standing on the tree branch spoke, "You follow me." saying this much, he turned around and started running toward the centre of forest.

Swain who was expecting a negative answer was immediately surprised hearing the answer. He thought maybe the elf would ask him to leave immediately. After all, elves are very possessive of their territory.