Chapter 5

"How did this happen." Ellia mumbled as she closed her arms around Ralf, her tears wetting both herself and her son. She lifted at head and looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and the mark like a dried blood stain that hadn't seen there before. so the change in the moon had resulted in the change in the ceremony. This probably would not have happened if she was still a shaman of Garcia.

'Is this her punishment?' Ellia thought bitterly, having lost all strength to complain about destiny or wallow in self-pity. She carried her son downstairs, tucking him carefully into bed. His brows were slightly furrowed, but his constant smiles mad it seem like he was having good dreams.

Ralf was a pretty boy. He'd already begun to lose his childlike features, looking more handsome and dashing by the day. Ellia looked at her own son endearingly, the center of her life for the past ten years. A decade was but a moment in her long life, but now it had seemed like forever. Ralf had grown up rather slowly, looking more childlike than others of his age, but this was to be expected with his silvermoon elf blood giving him five hundred years of life. However, the reason for the brusqueness being added to his exquisite appearance was something only Ellia herself knew.

The shadow continued looming over Ralf's face, causing Ellia to sigh softly as she left a goodnight kiss on her son's forehead before leaving the room. She sat alone in the living room and stared at the night sky, events of the past playing in her mind like they'd just occurred yesterday. Those nights were the essence of all the passion, hatred, help but think of them once more. The fifth moon had just given way to sixth; when the seventh peeked on the horizon, it would be, new day.

The radiance of the seventh moon spilled through the window. Ellia looked more worn than ever, but also more attractive than before. The mirror on the wall now reflected a beautiful figure, Ellia's original appearance that she'd almost forgotten over these ten years. It was a beauty silvermoon elves possessed.

She stood up, taking a piece of magical parchment decorated with stars and spreading it on the table. She then took out a well-sealed magic pen made from a griffin feather, checking the unique unicorn blood ink to see whether it was still working. There was little ink left, but she wasn't writing a long letter either so it would suffice.

The light feather quill felt so heavy in her arms and she couldn't bring herself to write anything for a long while. It took the first ray of sunlight shining through the window for her to laugh and mumble," Someone who destroyed the Silvermoon Palace will be able to defeat dark beings, won't he? What's more ,it's been ten years."

She finally convinced herself to draft meticulous spell formation on the paper before penning down a long name:

Galore Isaiah Satanistoria Archeron.

The magic pen shook the moment she finished writing the name, it till shining with red light like the burning flames of a fire. All that was left when the fire extinguished was a faint, almost invisible mark. Nonetheless, the mark could only be eliminated only if the precious paper was destroyed. As an ex-shaman, she was aware of the secret of bloodlines. The burning flames signified that this name written down with demonic power had already triggered the power of law, being felt by the owner of the name. Everything she wrote down next would be delivered to the person in question, across the boundaries of space and time.

The pen stopped again, the hand that held it trembling, This had proven another thing- Galore really hadn't once suspected her, it had been proven true for the first time. With the advantage of knowing his real name, she could cast the most malicious curse on him with just a little demonic power. Even as a legendary being he wouldn't be able to escape the damage, truenames being the most significant secrets of certain bloodlines.

"That idiot actually revealed his real name; she couldn't help but think. But these thoughts were easily replaced by memories of the large and decadent forest. Her hands grew cold, but they no longer shivered. She jotted down her thoughts with short yet precise words, only hesitating again when it came time for her to sign off. She hesitated, but proceed to pen her name down with exquisite and elegant writing:

Ellia Moonsong.

The paper burned intensely and turned to ashes within the blink of an eye. The information within was being delivered. Ellia put down her worries and troubles with that pen, looking quiet and beautiful.

Little Ralf slept for seven days straight, only opening his eyes when the sun shone into his room on the seventh.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to run out of his room and look for his mother. Finding her in the study, he threw himself at her immediately, exclaiming, "Mother, Guess what I got from moon spirit' altar?"

Ellia turned around and caressed his head gently, " Let me guess. My Ralf always wanted to be a mage. Do you get the aura of elemental compatibility?"

However, the woman who'd turned around to face Ralf was someone he'd never met before. He was dazed for a bit, but he still had his own way of recognizing people. He sniffed around for a bit, smelling a familiar scent, " Are you, my mother?"

" My dear Ralf, this is Mother's real form. Am I pretty?" Ellia cooed with a smile.

Ralf nodded his head, " Mother is the prettiest."

Elena, or rather Ellia, had always been the prettiest, most beautiful woman in Ralf's little heart. But now that his mother had revealed her true form, the beauty of the Silvermoon elves that was on par with their magic had revealed itself.

Children were an impatient lot, and Ralf didn't have the restraint to let his mother continue guessing. " I got wisdom and truth"