Ljosalfheimr, the Capital City of the Elves which was hailed to be one of the most beautiful cities within the Nine Realms of Yggdrasil.
William and Acedia looked at it from a distance. Even the Half-Elf had to admit that those words weren't enough to give the majestic Elven City justice.
However, when he looked at the beautiful Elf beside him, all he could see was a sadness that permeated her entire being.
"What's wrong?" William asked. "Are you not happy to be here?"
Acedia shook her head before lightly squeezing William's hand.
"I was exiled from Ljosalfheimr when I was twelve," Acedia said softly. "They said that if I stayed in the city, I would only endanger everyone because of the curse in my body. Since I was an orphan, no one really cared whether I was sent away or not.
"I do not know who my parents were, because the orphanage didn't find any written letter on my body. They only found a name embroidered on the cloth that covered me inside the basket."
