The God of Light in the Marvel Universe

When the last rays of the setting sun slowly dissipated at dusk, under the golden World Tree that was so huge that it seemed to support the world in front of him, the elf boy was wielding his sword silently alone.

Even though the sun was setting at this moment, the boy's long golden hair and red pupils were still shining brightly.

As the sword wind roared, sweat had soaked through the cloth behind him. As he used a full set of elf sword skills, the boy's breathing gradually became heavier. A little fatigue flashed in his beautiful ruby-like pupils, but his sword-wielding hand remained the same. non-stop.

As if venting his anger, the young man struggled to squander his physical strength, focusing on himself, practicing swordsmanship intoxicatedly and numbly, with an urge to leave other thoughts behind.

However, this was just an escape. However, the more he wanted to escape, the more deeply the emotion followed him into his mind.

Fear, sadness, confusion, regret, and nostalgia were like five poisonous snakes biting the young man's sensitive and fragile heart, impacting his weak will.

In a moment of confusion, the fingers holding the sword unknowingly loosened their grip.

The strong and heavy wooden sword came out of his hand in an instant, flying into the distance with the sound of roaring wind. It broke through the obstruction of the air with its powerful kinetic energy, and finally hit the standing boulder hard and turned into broken wood. piece.

With heavy breathing, the elf boy slowly knelt on the ground and looked down at his hands that were already red and bloodshot.

Finally, the boy lay down on his back on the soft grass, staring blankly at the starry sky above his head that had been filled with darkness and stars.

Crystal tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes, and the young man once again thought of the elf who left this world today.

At this moment, he seemed to be the only one left in the empty world, and loneliness and sadness enveloped him.

"You're in tears, you're sad."

An ethereal voice came from the side. Hearing this voice, the young man couldn't help but turn his head. He moved his head sideways and moved his shoulders to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, trying to look strong.

"I'm not crying, I'm just tired from sword practice, so I lay down on the ground to rest for a while."

Even though he knew he was deceiving himself, the boy still responded with a changed voice, while putting his hands under the back of his head, pretending to be admiring the starry sky.

But the tip of his red and sore nose and the pointed and long ears that had drooped betrayed him, exposing the weakness in the young man's heart at this moment.

"Yeah, you're just a little tired."

The ethereal voice did not expose the young man's pretense of being strong, but merely echoed softly.

"The most noble prince of Alfheim, Frey Lightseeker, is a strong man who can always bring warmth and laughter to others. He will not hide in a corner without people and cry."

This made the young man sit up a little angrily. Although there was no mockery in the tone of the voice, he felt it was quite harsh as he was in a low mood at the moment.

He had never felt like this before, this illusion that he was against the whole world in times of adversity.

However, the breeze embraced him at this moment, taking away the fatigue from his body; the moonlight sprinkled the clear light on him, dispelling the haze in his heart; the grass and vines under him grew rapidly, supporting his body to form a comfortable chair to make him feel more comfortable.

Just a moment's change made Frey feel like he was in the clouds.

In a trance, a figure wrapped in colorful starlight and unknown runes hugged him gently.

"Today you have witnessed the death of your closest elder, but the sadness has enveloped you, making you fragile, full of fear of the demise of life, and full of confusion about your future." The ethereal voice seemed to be transmitted directly. into Frey's mind.

"Yes, I'm scared."

In the inner dialogue, the young man finally revealed his true feelings.

"Yes, fear, confusion, and emotions are great forces, but they are also a double-edged sword. They will provide you with motivation to move forward, and they may also become a stumbling block for you to move forward."

"But my closest elder, my teacher, is no longer here, and I miss him very much." Frey already understood the truth described by the voice, but still stopped moving forward.

"Yes, but the demise of his life cannot make him disappear in your memory. You are his student, the successor of his spirit, and another continuation of his life."

"As long as you still exist in this world and still miss him, he will be immortal."

"I don't understand." The elf boy didn't fully understand. He was still young.

But he will always grow up.

"Of course, simple preaching cannot make people fully understand. Only by experiencing it personally can you gain your own true insights and gain new strength to move forward."

"Have you experienced it yourself?" The young man was a little confused.

"Of course, this is a gift, although it has been overdue for many years. If you are willing to answer your questions for yourself, then meet again here in seven days, and I will personally deliver the key to solving the problem to you."

The young man wanted to ask something else, but before he could say anything, his body suddenly felt weightless, as if he had really fallen from a high altitude.

"call--"

Panting violently, the young man suddenly sat up from the grass, like a sleeping person awakening from a dream.

Standing up from the ground unsteadily, Frey couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality. Did the ethereal voice just now really exist?

Focusing on observing the surroundings carefully, there were no other traces on the empty grass except for the dent made by his body when he was lying on the ground.

Only the golden World Tree that was so huge that it seemed to reach the sky and the earth still stood quietly, and the stars and the moon in the night sky seemed to be under its canopy.

With doubts and thoughts in mind, the young man whistled and called for his pure white Pegasus to carry him back home.

The fear and confusion that came with it have disappeared, replaced by a ray of hope and desire.

The Pegasus with wings on its back carried its little master away on the floating clouds. It was as fast as a meteor, but it was always alert and did not notice that behind it, in the direction of the World Tree in the distance, there were two eyes. gaze.

On the branches of the World Tree, the queen wearing the Elf Crown slowly retracted her gaze from her child and looked at the figure beside her that was shrouded in colorful starlight and mysterious runes.

"Honestly, I don't want my child to embark on this dangerous road. He is still very young and has not grown up enough to leave us and face danger alone. It would be too cruel for him."

"Yes, he is still young, but he is already growing up, but the slow life of the elves is not conducive to his growth. There will be more and more crises in the universe, and they will come to us sooner or later." The ethereal voice said So responded.

"This is not only a training for him, but also a protection for him. Just like a sun, it must have enough mass to emit dazzling brilliance."