Chapter 36 - A New Day

Laverne Ingerman was nearing half a century of age when he was no longer an only child. Forty-six years to be precise. He also learned of what makes children a few months beforehand.

The Iridonian castle was something Laverne had only seen once in his life hitherto. The elven kingdom of Iridonia was small compared to Arün and the rest of Elven Guard. It harbored less than half a thousand elves within its walls that protected them from the Forest of Vērdön. They called their castle The White Castle. It was nowhere as impressive in size as castles of other kingdoms. Most would describe it as a large white manor. The city was named Iridonia from the Elvish words of iridon and ia which meant white lily for the infamous white lilies that grew there.