Poppy’s POV

I hung from one of the lower branches, watching Eirikur struggle to grasp the first branch. A smugness puffed up my chest. I’d been climbing this tree as long as I could remember and it’s stood here long before I was born.

I felt connected to it, in a sense.

I believed the roots of the Ancient Alder tree stretched beneath the entire kingdom. The one constant between elf to elf. This tree connected us all. And the sights at the pinnacle of ...