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They were smart enough to know that fighting against them was inevitable, which made it so difficult. They could not cushion the realization with denial.
"However, hope is not lost. Lord Noah, despite all doubts against him, cured the plague and averted my assassination. Were it not for him, the Profane would have succeeded, and I and everyone else in this city would be dead. He stands beside me as our greatest ally against this threat. For that, I granted him a deserving title. After, he traveled to Kisara Island and solved the monster epidemic, opening the possibility of the land being reclaimed."
Once again, shock and hushed muttering rippled through the crowd. The tragedy of Kisara Island was a dark tale in elvish history, not simply for the events that happened on the island, but for the fact that the island was lost to the elves. Even if it was never resettled and populated, to have the island back, to reclaim that piece of elven heritage, was monumental.
"And that is not the only gift Lord Noah has given our people." Elisandra paused and touched her stomach. Seeing her, Noah reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder, shocking everyone. Despite everything the queen had just said, a human touching her was nothing short of sacrilegious.
"During the time he’s been here, Noah and I have grown quite close. We even journeyed to the Lunar Temple so that he could commune with the spirits. Not only did they recognize him as a being on their level, they encouraged us to act on our feelings for each other. By the will and power of the spirits of nature, I am now carrying his child, the heir to the kingdom of Sylphtoria."
Down on the forest floor, all the elves perked up and gazed at the palace, hearing an explosion of voices. Noblemen and women shouted in shock, anger, confusion, and disgust, with phrases like "filthy half-breed" tossed around. Some even demanded that the queen step down and surrender the throne to someone who hadn’t been "tainted." Regardless of everything else they had been told, all that mattered to the elves was the roundness of Noah’s ears.
He stood by Elisandra’s side, silent and supportive, a resolute cliff face that their indignant voices splashed against like an angry tide. Finally, when the time was right, and the sun had set, he took a deep breath and whistled with a piercing volume, making every elf wince from the sound and drawing their attention. Like everyone, Noah spoke in elvish.
"For thousands of years, I have walked across countless worlds and seen innumerable events, great and terrible, beautiful and tragic. However, one thing always present is the same inane squabbling of people trapped in their own little bubbles, devoid of a sense of perspective. I had hoped the elves would be different.
Listening to your griping and arguing, how you ignore threats so that you can complain about blessings, I see that some things never change. I find myself quite disappointed that you would all act so belligerently human. All of you, lords and ladies of the elven kingdom, are little more than children in my eyes in terms of age, experience, and maturity.
I could go on. I could continue belittling you for your small-minded, juvenile behavior, but I don’t want to. Instead, I want to let you know that earlier today, I delivered a gift to Her Majesty for her and the people of this land. It’s outside, and I suggest you all go see it. Then you can decide where I fit in your view of this nation."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea," said Elisandra.
She, Lour, Valia, and all the guards joined Noah outside on one of the many balconies lining the palace exterior. Irritated but curious, the elf nobles followed and stepped out onto the other perches, following each other’s eyes to the diamond at the top of the palace. They were initially surprised, but after everything they had just heard, it failed to quell their indignation. That soon changed.
Once night fell upon the land, the Nadoku sang their evening prayer, and gasps were made by the elves as the diamond began to glow. The song filled the air with holy energy, which the diamond was amplifying and refracting as it would light. The more they sang, the brighter the diamond glowed, soon reaching sun-like intensity. Waves of gold luminance spread across the sky like the Aurora Borealis and fluttered down upon the land like snow.
The light shined down into Sylphtoria, passing through branches and leaves as though they were made of glass. The elves were left frozen where they were, feeling the aura fill their entire existence. Normal light at such a level would have blinded anyone who looked at it, but this holy light, enriched with elven verve, poured into the eyes of the witnesses like water down a parched throat. No one could look away, feeling the holy energy permeating their bodies, illuminating every cell, and nourishing their souls. It was like their hearts were all connected, every elf feeling each other’s thoughts like a breeze on their skin and sensing the love of those they had lost, as though their souls and memories were recorded in the Nadoku’s aria.
What had begun as gasps of surprise and turned into stunned silence then became a most unexpected sound: crying. Many elves had tears streaming from their eyes, unable to react in any other way the beauty of the light. All anger, grudges, and negative feelings were being purged, and ancient scars on the body and soul were fading and replaced with loving warmth. Many fell to their knees, sobbing as though in anguish.
Lour was among them, his shoulders heaving as he lost all control of his emotions. "So this is what it’s like to look upon the face of Lumendori himself. This is what it means to stare into the eyes of God," he wept.
Standing on either side of Noah were Valia and Elisandra, each gripping his hands while tears poured down their cheeks. Noah was the only one with dry eyes, but there was a smile on his face. The pride he felt as he bathed in the light was euphoric, unlike anything he had ever experienced. He had created countless masterpieces across the multiverse, from priceless paintings to skyscrapers to doomsday devices, but this put them to shame.
"It’s so beautiful," said Elisandra. "The Star of Sylphtoria, shining with the very soul of the elven race. This is a most holy relic, a beacon that will be worshipped and revered until the end of time. Every elf in the Anorvan Forest, maybe even the whole world, will make a pilgrimage here to experience this sacred light."
"How did you create this?" Valia asked.
"I gathered the carbon from holy sites and the ashes of wood nourished by the mana of Sylphtoria. If I tried to make this anywhere else, it wouldn’t even be half as bright."
"Thank you for this, Noah," said Elisandra. "You have blessed our city."
"This light will also make sure no Profane ever again breach Sylphtoria. Even with the Hunter’s Moon Amulet, that succubus would’ve turned to ash before she could come within five miles of the palace. After all, I want to make sure that the mother of my child is safe while I’m gone."
Elisandra leaned her head on his shoulder. "With this, no one will dare criticize you, me, or our child. Thank you, Noah. Thank you for everything."
Noah put his arm around her and kissed her forehead, then pulled Valia in close and did the same with her, and the three of them stood, basking in the light.
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