Somewhere in Alfvania...
A female elf sat beneath the shade of a towering tree, its branches laden with hundreds of delicate glass fruits. Tending to the Tree of Life had been her favourite thing to do in recent years.
She looked around the expanse. Countless attendants surrounded her, waiting for her command, and they would even move a mountain for her. There was nothing more she wanted for herself. But even if all that, she couldn't help but feel something was amiss.
Immersed in the beauty of the scenery before her, Elara was startled when a couple of glass fruits fell to the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces. The sound echoed through the air, and the concerned attendants rushed to her side.
"Lady Elara, are you alright?" Joana, the head maid, asked.