Leena was the first to answer Vicente's questions, bringing out what she knew. "Well, I haven't seen my father for a long ti... So forgive if I need so ti to rember certain things better."
"No problem." He assured her, in no hurry to get the answers and information he so desperately wanted. "Can you tell where he went? And how long has it been since he left?"
Leena smiled with a bitter expression, a mixture of amusent and regret. She said in reply, "Well, where he went I don't know. Even he wasn't sure of his fate at the ti. But it happened 2,000 years ago. But my father lived in Amae for a long ti before setting off on his sea journey to Anicane."
Vicente imagined that this was related to the plans of the elves and dragons of the Polaris Realm.
"Why did he leave? Did he ever tell you?" he asked this young-looking but obviously very experienced woman.
She nodded in affirmation. "He told he wanted to find others like them. In my father's ti, he was the only Polaris Realm native on our island. He never told what his real purpose in life was, but he did say that he ca to Anicane with the desire to find others like him. He was lucky to arrive on one of the islands where there were mbers of a race similar to his, but he was never satisfied with that. But he was a great father, senior Vicente. He took care of , my mother, and my brothers, and only then did he leave."
Vicente asked curiously, "That was about how long after he arrived in Amae?"
"A few centuries. I don't rember exactly. It was told to by my mother and him, but I don't really know the exact ti."
"That's enough, don't worry." He assured her before asking another question, "But did he tell you why he wanted to find others like him?"
"Not much." She made a thoughtful expression, turning away from Vicente's gaze to look at the table between them. "I was young then, preoccupied with small things, curious about the wrong things." Her tone was sighing and regretful. "I rember him having a real desire to one day see his fellow planners again."
"I rember that from my mother," said Tasar as he complented Leena's words. "My mother used to tell stories about you in Polaris Realm to put to sleep, believe it or not. That's how I got to know the history of that distant plane, which made answer your call, Senior Vicente.
Like Leena's father, my mother also went to sea. But she didn't go alone. In her day, there was an elder native of the Polaris Realm here in Amae. He was her master and accompanied her on her departure from the island."
Tasar's case was even more distant from Leena's, having happened 66,000 years ago. This startled Vicente a little, who couldn't help but reconsider what he knew about the vitality of elves.
These elves in front of him were basically high-level Magus. How could soone like Tasar have been alive for almost 70,000 years?
Prisiche answered this through the lenses of his glasses, telling him that the resources in Anicane capable of increasing vitality were much more common and potent than those in the Polaris Realm. Not only that, elves could naturally live longer than humans, which made a 7th stage elf live as long or even longer than 8th stage humans.
Tasar continued with his account. "I was very young when my mother left, Senior Vicente. I loved her very much, and it traumatized in a way that I still think about today.
Today I can say that I've gotten over my mother's escape from the island, and I've forgiven her for her act. But I still rember every detail as if it were yesterday.
She didn't expect to get pregnant when she arrived in Amae. She wanted to fulfill the mission her people had given her and find others like her on Amae or on other islands. When she found out she was pregnant, she delayed her plans long enough for to learn to be independent, and when I was 8, she left with her master.
For a long ti, my father thought she had betrayed him, but connecting what I knew from the stories she told with what I know now, I imagine she did no such thing."
Vicente didn't comnt on Tasar's last thought, not being there to think about the mistakes that this mother had made. But he was interested in what this guy had experienced, appreciating Tasar's mory.
Vicente asked his questions, probing where Tasar's mother might have gone, if there was any way he could estimate whether she was still alive, sothing he also asked Leena.
They both seed rather pessimistic about the vital state of their parents. They both believed with virtual certainty that their parents had been dead for a long ti. But while Leena did not know where her father might have gone, Tasar knew about his mother's initial destination.
"... Back then, she told that if I ever wanted to find her, I would have to travel to the Red Enclave."
Larissa had heard of this place. "The Red Enclave?" she asked in surprise, narrowing her eyes as she looked at the middle-aged elf in front of her.
Tasar affird as he shook his head and said, "Yes, the Red Enclave. I never understood what my mother could want on a vampire island, either. But she told so many tis that I could never be confused."
The Red Enclave was a long way from Amae and Light Cay, the region of Anicane where Vicente had arrived. But there was information about this island here and there, even in distant places. Given the seniority of so of them there and their current strength, knowing about such a place wasn't so difficult.
Vicente was silent at this confirmation and couldn't help imagining that Tasar's mother had left with the aim of dealing with the vampires in order to sohow help the people of the Polaris Realm.
'That's complicated. How exactly did she think she could help the elves of Majestic Treefrog Grove with this?' He didn't quite understand Tasar's mother's motives.
So, thinking about that elf's words, Vicente asked, "Tasar, did your mother want to go to this place on her own, or do you think her master might have convinced her to do it?"
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