Alaric Wood's POV
Well, my name was Alaric Wood. I was born into a secluded tribe known as the Wood Elf tribe, a community that rarely ventured beyond the safety of its dense forests.
We lived in harmony with nature, away from the affairs of the world, existing quietly within the embrace of ancient trees.
Our people possessed a unique ability to communicate with trees, nurturing them to grow faster and stronger. We helped nature flourish, ensuring that the forests remained abundant and full of life. But that was all we could do… nothing more.
Unlike other tribes, we lacked extraordinary powers. The High Elves could master the air element, bending the wind to their will. The Wolf tribe could cut through the hardest wood with a single strike, their strength unmatched.
Yet, we—Wood Elves—were merely gardeners in the grand scheme of this empire, tending to the forests like humble caretakers.
