"Maybe it's because they saw my talent and potential."
"Those elders in the Council, even before I came of age, relentlessly imbued me with ideals and beliefs."
"They described to me how beautiful and magnificent the Bright World, the Western Continent, beyond the Lost Island, truly is."
"They said that it is our true homeland, a place we are immensely attached to."
"To leave the Lost Island and return to that bright world, they were willing to risk everything like moths to a flame."
Hathaway smiled gently.
"And in fact, that's exactly what those elders in the Council did."
"They spent their entire lives searching for the future of the Elf Clan, willing to let countless people fall into madness, turning into frenzied beasts."
The Golden Elf bent slightly, scooping a handful of grey-white sand from under her feet.
A few small shrimps and crabs frantically scurried out from the sand, landing on the beach.
