To The Elf in Kornor Village: A Prelude

X. The Elf

Truly enough, there was the elf. Leigh found him in the village's library. She was sure it was him, his aura gave it away. 

His appearance was much like the villagers. His ears appeared to be just like theirs too, unlike the pointed ears that elves have. He had slicked back brown hair, almond shaped green eyes that were paired with round spectacles, thin lips and a pointed nose. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. And his name was Elvian.

Leigh stated her purpose and of course who she was and how he could help her–them rather.

Apparently he'd known about the enchanted rose and the comet that passed the night before they noticed the wilting of the rose. And that they were connected to each other.

He had known the rose from books written by various authors from decades ago. They all have the same statement: "The rose mysteriously appeared one day and mysteriously disappeared days after the comet passed."

Each time the comet passes, they have concluded that this somehow affects the rose. Based on what they have observed.

In some myths, the rose was connected to a deity. Or that the Faes–mythical creatures whose existence was doubted by some as mere stories–planted its seed and from there it undergoes a cycle of wilting and being reborn. It's a repetitive cycle each decade and to come.

But he had never read about the sentinels which made him a bit excited about the information regarding them. He'd be happy to add information on the previous books written beforehand.

However, there has been nothing yet recorded about the solution to its wilting. For they have never been able to get to it up close due to its defensive mechanism and their fear of it. According to the authors of ancient books, they just found that the enchanted rose was wilting and the next few days it was gone, which they assumed decomposed on the soil.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you with that." Elvian closed the book he was holding.

That very moment was when Leigh felt her emotions bursting through. She couldn't hold back her tears. All that she'd been, all her hardships, ended up as nothing hearing that there's nothing that could be done for the rose. She thought of her fellow sentinels, she thought she had failed them.

"If the stories were true, you'd probably have someone you can ask for help, the Faes perhaps," whispered Elvian.

It was just a whisper of thought, but for Leigh who heard it even though it was faintly said, it was a whole new point of view to ponder on.