"Then, can Yixue tell us about the past, such as the Elf Queen and the mythical fairies..." Irene suddenly felt a strong curiosity.
"Well, it's probably similar to what you saw in the book." Yi Xue shook her legs, looking a little lazy.
"Can you tell me about it?" Irene asked again.
"Okay, I'll just tell you briefly." Seeing Irene's curious look, Yi Xue knew that she was too bored in the small dark room, so she picked up some patience and slowly began to tell her story.
"Let's start with the birth of the three elves..."
"It is said that first, on the vast, endless branches, endless and colorful flowers bloomed. These flowers are the prototypes of all flowers in the world. Then, the spiritual part of the stamens floated in the moonlight, swaying in the wind like thousands of fireflies."
"Until one day, some of the most powerful fireflies transformed into intelligent beings, and they became the first generation of fairies."
"The fairies were playing carefree, having fun, singing all kinds of songs, and caring for the thousands of flowers on the big tree..."
"The flowers bloomed and fell, and after countless generations, they finally produced the first batch of fruits. These fruits were green and oval, hidden among the leaves, and grew quietly in the high clouds."
"Faced with these fruits, the fairies were very happy because new sisters were born, so they took even better care of these fruits."
"Time passed slowly again. On a certain morning, the dew was clear. A mountain breeze swept through the trees, shaking the leaves and branches. Then a large number of fruits fell. They landed on the soil, on the leaves, and in the mountains and forests. Then the shells cracked, and beautiful elves with pointed ears emerged from them."
"And so, the first generation of the three elves was born. They were born to be the darlings of nature, able to easily maintain their balance in the complex environment of the mountains and forests, running and chasing. Soon, families were established. They gathered under the protection of the World Tree and lived a simple and peaceful life."
"To thank the World Tree for giving birth to them, these elves hold grand celebrations every once in a while. The elf who presides over the celebration must be the most beautiful. She will wear a laurel crown with colorful flowers and sing and dance under the tree."
"Everyone admired and worshipped such a beautiful spirit, and so they all followed her words and guidance."
"This celebration takes place every ten years, and the beautiful elf chosen will be called the Elf Queen by future generations."
"Time passed quietly, and the fruit from the World Tree continued to fall, transforming into various spirits. However, some fruit did not fall for a long time, so the fairies became very anxious. They gathered around these fruits and sang various songs to them, telling them about the beauty of the world and not to worry, as it was a peaceful and tranquil world."
"Hundreds and thousands of years passed like this, and the fruits finally changed color and fell one by one..."
"But unfortunately, what came out of it were not beautiful elves, but other ugly creatures."
"The fairies fled in fear, hiding behind leaves and branches, not daring to look at their new sisters."
"Then the elves came, cleaned the creatures, and raised them carefully."
"Soon, the creatures grew colorful and bright feathers, and they were not spirits but birds that took to the sky."
"At this time, the fairies came out again, wanting to play with these new sisters. Unfortunately, the birds could not understand the fairies' words. When they matured, they jumped down from the branches and flew into the blue and clear sky."
"Birds of all colors, birds of all colors, with wings of a myriad of colors, fly around the World Tree, singing the joy of this new life, and then fly off in all directions. Some never return, while others may not return for many years."
"Thus the World Tree was divided into three layers. Playful fairies lived in the crown of the tree at the top, brightly-feathered birds lived among the branches, and beautiful, slender elves walked the ground beneath the tree."
"And so, surrounding the World Tree, the three elven kingdoms gradually emerged, and the three great elves began to write their own poems and legends..."
Yi Xue's words were like a soft ballad, telling the ancient story. Irene listened quietly, her eyes intoxicated, immersed in it, unable to wake up for a long time.
"It's so beautiful. Even though I've heard these legends before, when Yi Xue tells them, it sounds like a nostalgic ballad." Irene murmured.
Books can record words, but the emotions, tunes, and songs left over from those times cannot be fully recorded in books. After migrating to the northern continent, the ice elves lost too many things from the past.
"Can you teach me, Lady Yixue, those poetic legends you told me?" Irene solemnly requested Yixue Gelin.
"It looks like it's very troublesome. I don't have as much patience as little Loran." Yi Xue shook her head.
"I'll only teach you once. If you can't learn it, don't blame me."
"Yeah, no problem."
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After leaving 'Skarandi', Loranhill searched for the secret garden on the desolate frozen land according to the information and legends he had obtained before.
Where could it be?
Loran Hill let go of his senses and flew over one monotonous white land after another.
The mountains rose and fell, the sea was overflowing, and her attention was slowly consumed.
Finally, after a fruitless search one day, Loran Hill landed on a coast.
There is no city nearby. The dark rocky ridges are exposed on the snowfield, which is very conspicuous. As the tide rises and falls, you can hear a continuous and crisp sound.
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