Draven looked at both of them and thought, “Forest Elves…
they aren’t really different from Dark Elves.
It’s just like a black dude and a white dude, I guess.
They’re races everywhere.” He said with a cute face, “Nice to meet you, Aunt Olivia.
Did you bring me a present?” Olivia smiled.
“Since I’m your aunt, of course I brought you a present.” She raised her hand, and magical energy gathered in her palm.
A Bo arrow, crafted from shimmering wood, materialized.
“This is a Bo arrow made from a branch of the World Tree,” she said.
Draven’s red eyes glowed.
He quickly snatched the Bo arrow from Olivia’s hand.
“Thanks, Aunt!” he exclaimed.
I can’t believe I got a Bo made from the World Tree, Draven thought.
The World Tree, also known as Yggdrasil, the Tree of Life, is a massive tree in the middle of the Elfen forest that protects the forest.
It’s even bigger than a skyscraper, something like that.
And how do I know about all that?
I read about it in a book.
That’s not the point.
The point is that I got a Bo arrow!
What can it do anyway?
Draven’s mother, Elliana, said, “It’s okay to give away your weapon.” Olivia smiled.
“It’s okay.
It’s no big deal.
It’s a gift from an aunt to her nephew.” Draven thought, I remember reading that only members of the Elfen Royal Family can get a weapon made from the World Tree.
So she must be part of the royal family.
Draven’s mother, Elliana, said, “Draven, why don’t you go play with Hannah while I catch up with Aunt Olivia?” Draven’s mother, Elliana, and Aunt Olivia walked away, leaving the two of them alone.
Draven looked at Hannah.
I haven’t even noticed she was standing there this entire time.
Did she just stand there this entire time without saying a word?
Wow, she looks young, but I bet she’s at least 20.
Telling me to play with a 20-year-old.
What am I supposed to do?
Olivia put her hand on Hannah’s head and said, “Why don’t you play with Draven for a while?
I’ll catch up with your aunt, okay?” Hannah simply nodded her head, without uttering a single word.
Draven looked at her, thinking, I see.
She doesn’t talk much.