Elven Kingdom.
At the center of the kingdom stood the World Tree.
Its trunk was so vast that a hundred elves holding hands could not encircle it.
Before it knelt a woman.
Her hair was long and green, cascading down her back. Her ears were long and pointed, marking her unmistakably as one of the elven kind. Her eyes were closed in reverence, her hands pressed together in prayer.
She was the Elf Saintess.
"Great World Tree," she spoke softly, "this child offers her respects."
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then the air shimmered.
A figure materialized before the kneeling saintess - a woman of ethereal beauty. Her hair was the same shade of green, her ears equally pointed, but there was something fundamentally different about her.
The avatar of the World Tree gazed down at the saintess.
"What is it?" She asked, her voice gentle.
The saintess kept her head bowed.
"This child's heart is restless. I do not understand why."
