In the heart of the Moon Elf kingdom, the Tree of Line stood as a timeless sentinel, its ancient branches stretching towards the heavens. This sacred tree, believed to be the source of the Moon Elves' mystical energies, was a place of reverence and reflection. Estes, the esteemed King of the Moon Elves, approached it with his usual serene composure, ready to seek guidance and offer his respects.

As he stood beneath its ancient branches, a sudden flash of light caught his eye—a comet streaked across the night sky, casting a radiant glow over the grove. Estes’s sharp eyes followed the comet’s path, and to his astonishment, it seemed to land near the Tree of Life, dispersing into a brilliant shower of light.

Out of the shimmering remnants of the comet, a figure began to materialize before him. Estes's breath caught in his throat as he saw the figure take form—a human, but not just any human. This one bore a strange, ethereal resemblance to the moon itself. Their skin glowed faintly with a silvery sheen, and their presence seemed to resonate with the very essence of the moonlight.

He blinked, his heart quickening—a reaction uncharacteristic of his normally composed self. His thoughts raced as he tried to process what he was seeing. Was this a vision sent by the Moon God? Or perhaps a test of his wisdom?

Before him stood a human—a being entirely out of place in this sacred elven realm. Estes’s long, pointed ears twitched slightly, a subtle sign of his heightened alertness. He felt the magic of the forest surge around him, as if reacting to the appearance of this unexpected visitor.

Estes's usually composed expression wavered, his eyes widening in a rare display of his usual demeanor. He took a step back, his hand instinctively reaching for the ancient scripture he carried. His thoughts raced, yet his voice remained steady as he spoke, "By the Moon Goddess... What manner of being are you?"