Trip to the underworld

Freya summoned the Elven Mages that used to roam the planet, she called up to her ancestors and all the elves that suffered enough. They came to her just as soon as she finished uttering the words that her ancestors thought her.

She chanted in an Elfish language that Zac cannot understand but it calmed him. He was noticed that he was no longer in the room where they were a while ago, the place looked ethereal, surreal and strange, he felt like he belonged here.

He had flashes of the lives that he lived since he was born. The families that he had been placed with all through the years. They were short but they were his and they were taken away from him. It seems like the journal of life had them stored in there, like a memory bank with endless terabytes.. He absorbed all the information, all the love that he had all those years.

“It is time, son.” Freya said gently.

“That is it?” he asked, wide eyed and unsure, because he felt the same. Nothing special so far on his end.

‘’Take a look