Chapter 153 - 132: A young boy is about to embark on a great journey
"You have two homelands,"
In the abandoned Temple, the old Priest was teaching the Stone Slaves before him,
"One homeland is here, the Ajia Land nourished by rivers, while the other, hidden behind the vast deserts, there stands a snow-capped mountain. It is said that atop this mountain, there lies a tree so ancient it is almost unbelievable, and at the foot of that mountain, there once was a Kingdom.
That is the ancient Kingdom of the Elves, your second homeland, and of course, my spiritual homeland as well."
The Stone Slave slaves listened intently, the old Priest’s way of speaking was like telling a story, always easing in deeply and intriguing, leaving them pondering long after it ended.
They loved hearing the old Priest speaking of these hidden legends, a rare splash of color in their monotonous, laborious slave lives.
"Why would it be our second homeland?"
Noen asked.
The old Priest smiled, stretching out his hand to press it against the young man’s heart,
"The blood of Elves flows in your veins; that’s why you cannot wield the power of Prophecy."
Noen touched his tightly closed eyes on his forehead, aware of this as a slave of the Prime Minister’s family.