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“So no one knows where this Nova Blade is?” He asked, looking up to Astrid.
The celestial elf shook her head “All we know is about this human girl who retrieved it but never returned it.”
Ezran nodded, his mind racing with the story Astrid just told him.
A girl. Well, a teenager, traveling the world to find ways to stop Aaravos. Could this be the same girl that went to Umber Thor and teamed up with dragons? It needed to be her , right?
Astrid hummed, “Perhaps it is just my mind trying to process being able to actually see things and not just imagine them. " She moved her hands through the air. But I think the girl may have looked like you if the descriptions in the webs of the star spiders were right.”
Ezran raised an eyebrow “Not to be rude, but how could you have read about that if you couldn’t see?”
“I still had my other senses,” she chuckled shaking her fingers in front of him “We can feel what the spiders wave in their webs, recognize the letters, and form sentences and paragraphs that ultimately form a story. Humanity history.”
“Oh.”
He could only imagine such a place. Purple, blue, and white colors paint the starscrapper, a little spider climbing at its walls and leaving behind someone’s story for elves to read.
“If I remember right,” continued Astrid. The girl was said to also have tan skin and brown hair, though I’m pretty sure hers were braided locks. Overall, she wanted peace for everyone , a world where everyone could coexist without fighting. Not so different from you, little boy. " She punched him lightly on the shoulder.
Ezran smiled. His mind racing a thousand miles. Now a world without confrontation seemed so far away from his reach.
“Thank you, Astrid. The story is fascinating.”
The elf smiled “No problem, I’ll help in any way I can,” she said before standing up and leaving.
He fidgeted. A small flame in his chest urged him to research more about this mysterious girl who seemed to be everywhere and nowhere all at once.
Looking around he sighed. The Banther Lodge didn’t hold any great library like Katolis’ castle to grab a book or two and look for signs of the girl, and right now his brother couldn’t help him either.
They hadn’t figured out the small problem of Callum freeing their dad’s assassin so it would be weird if he just went to him and asked him to do research on someone who didn’t even have a name.
Some miles away he saw Aanya practicing her aim , a small smile crossed his lips. Even though Aanya would keep her word in helping him in anything, this was something out of her reach.
Janai would tell him about what he already knew, dragons, Nova Blade, and Aaravos.
And Rayla, even though she knew a lot about Xadian stuff she was as confused as everyone every time this girl was brought up .
Besides, he didn’t need someone who knew about Xadia, that girl was a human, which meant she should be in history books. Someone must know her name at least.
Then it was like the universe got compassionate of him because he saw Opeli approaching and who else knew Katolis’ history better than her? Could it be possible the mysterious girl was Katolian or would at least be a mention of her in their books?
“Hey, Opeli?” He called.
Always with her kind expression, she approached him.
“Do you need something?”
“I just wanted to ask if you knew about someone.”
Opeli sat next to him with her brow furrowed.
“A human girl that once helped the dragons and the elves, do you know anything about her?”
The high cleric bitted her lip, and Ezran knew she was about to say she didn’t recall any girl like that mentioned in the books, so he went to tell more specific explanations or in other words, explain word by word what Astrid told him.
Even after talking nonstop for almost fifteen minutes, Opeli shook her head. Ezran pouted, resisting the urge to shake her by the shoulders.
“Anything? Even if it seems that it is remotely similar.”
She hummed and turned to look at him with quizzical eyes “Why are you so interested?”
The question caught him off guard.
Why was he interested? Wasn’t this the kind of thing Callum would do?
“Officially I think because her story can lead us to a non-violent solution to the Aaravos problem, if she could put him in a magical prison without dark magic then we could do it too,” he shrugged “Though, honestly? I don’t know. Maybe to keep my mind off certain problems.” Ezran scowled at the memory of Runaan even though his heart stung a bit when he pictured Rayla too, laughing at her father’s side.
“It is difficult,” agreed Opeli.
Ezran sighed, closing his eyes before tears started to fall.
“What would my dad do?” He whispered.
“I don’t know,” Opeli rested a hand on his shoulder squeezing gently “ But I think he would be proud , after all, you and your brother are actually breaking the cycle of hatred, something many kings and queens attempted to do before but failed miserably.”
She chuckled as she realized something.
“Just like the story of the girl you told me; she wanted to do good, it’s obvious, nevertheless we’re still here, facing the angry, immortal elf she trapped.”
How ironic , Ezran thought.
“Don’t be discouraged, if that girl is from Katolis or any human kingdom I’m sure we can find more information about her,” reassured Opeli.
“I guess.”
“In the meantime, you could go eat with your aunts, the kitchen smells delicious.”
As if to emphasize her point, his stomach growled. Standing up, he nodded.
“Thank you, Opeli.”
The high cleric smiled “No problem.”
As he made his way to the kitchen, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this girl was essential to defeating Aaravos and to the campaign in general. She felt important in a way Ezran couldn’t quite place.
He passed a few feet away from Callum. Neither of them spared the other a glance, but Ezran felt his throat dry.
When things were good again with his brother perhaps they could solve the mystery together, because, honestly, he wasn’t great with this kind of thing but he wanted to do it.
To find out more about the girl, who surely needed to have a name and history. Ezran could almost swear her story would be hiding an important lesson, after all, who doesn’t know their story is condemned to repeat it.