The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

For the next half day, Moran, with the help of Grandma Mathil, began the joyful process of moving and decorating.

In fact, she didn't have any luggage. The so-called "moving" was more about the various daily necessities that Matilda prepared for her, as well as moving gifts from other elves in the tribe.

Soft, dry moss and fragrant hay were laid out on the heartwood bed inside the tree hollow, and a thin blanket woven from moon moth silk was neatly folded at the foot of the bed; several storage cabinets were placed in the corner to store her personal belongings, such as the scented bark paper that Polly had given her, and the unfinished water-washed ink that Celine and she had made together.

On the low table on the terrace were fresh fruits given by the elves and wooden cups filled with clear spring water.

As the afterglow of the setting sun once again draped the forest in a golden veil, Moran, wrapped in a fluffy animal skin blanket, nestled in a suspended hammock, ate fruit and gazed at the distant sea of ​​trees.

It wasn't until it was completely dark and the moonlight reached the treetops that Moran reluctantly climbed down from the hammock and went back into the treehouse.

Lying on the soft and warm "tree heart wood bed," it felt as if countless tiny springs were constantly seeping out gentle and pure natural energy, nourishing her body and soothing her slightly tired body from the excitement and busy day.

In this incredibly comfortable and safe feeling, drowsiness, like a gentle tide, quickly overwhelmed her consciousness.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Moran found herself standing in a hazy space filled with a pale green mist.

Everything around was blurry, except for a huge, unimaginably large tree standing directly in front of them.

Its trunk is like a giant pillar supporting the heavens and the earth, and its crown disappears into the endless green mist above, as if connecting to another world.

Countless veins radiating a soft glow flowed slowly across the tree's surface, exuding a vast and natural aura.

Moran looked up at the giant tree, feeling an inexplicable sense of warmth and peace.

Just then, a gentle, gender-neutral voice came from the tree:

"...Finally, you're here, little one. It's so hard to get you to sleep..."

"Hmm, you're absorbing energy well, and your body is very strong..."

"...Hmm, mental strength... Why are you so guarded? Even I can't see what you're thinking... Oh well, a pure soul is enough. It's been many years since I've seen such a promising talent..."

“...Listen carefully, little one, the way of nature lies in ‘following’ and ‘guiding,’ not in ‘conquering’ and ‘forcing’…”

"...Nature spirits are born with a natural affinity for nature, but you need to learn how to use it. Try to 'breathe' in sync with the forest, perceive the pulse of nature in meditation, guide the power of nature to temper your body, mind, and will, establish a connection with the magical network, and choose the direction you want to specialize in... Don't underestimate those level zero tricks; each of them has withstood the test of time and has been passed down to this day because they are useful enough..."

"...Your mental strength is indeed powerful. You're still very relaxed after I've explained so much. However, one shouldn't be too ambitious on the path to transcendence. I'll teach you the rest after you've grasped what I've said!"

The giant tree seemed like an elder who had been alone for too long and had finally found someone to confide in, and it talked to Moran about many things.

Everything else in the dream was blurry, but these words, as if carved by the clearest chisel, were imprinted stroke by stroke into the depths of Moran's consciousness, carrying an indescribable majesty and compassion. She could not muster any resistance and could only passively accept them. When the first rays of morning sunlight shone softly through the gap in the curtains and fell on Moran's face, her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The tree hollow remained quiet, and the wooden bed beneath her still exuded a comforting aura, but Moran immediately sensed something was different.

She felt her mind was exceptionally clear and her spirits were very high.

More importantly, she hasn't needed sleep for many years, and she doesn't dream anymore.

Moreover, the words spoken by the giant tree in the dream were too clear and logical, unlike a chaotic dream at all.

Upon closer reflection, perceiving nature, cultivating one's spirit, connecting with the magic network, choosing a specialization, determining a profession, and learning magic—aren't these all the knowledge related to the enlightenment of magic in this world?

Moran immediately immersed his consciousness into his mental sea and discovered that a small part of the originally sealed inherited memories had been opened!
The newly unlocked inherited memories were none other than what the giant tree in her dream had been "muttering" to her last night!

Compared to passing on memories, the giant tree in the dream speaks in a more profound yet simpler way, making it easier to understand.

It was as if someone had directly transcribed that dream dialogue into words and thoughts, and stuffed it into her inherited memories.

But she was certain that the inherited memories were already in her spiritual sea. Thinking of the giant tree at the end of the dream, Moran understood that this was very likely the "personal teaching of the Tree Spirit" that Grandma Mathil had emphasized many times.

Moran sat up, hugging her knees: "Tree Spirit Mother..."

She was almost certain that the giant tree in her dream last night was the spirit of the Tree of Life.

Remembering what Polly and Celine said about the discomfort of digesting newly unlocked inherited memories, the Tree Spirit's teachings were clearly much gentler than digesting inherited memories on one's own.

Moran quickly slid down the wooden slide along the edge of the platform to the tree to find Grandma Mathil to verify.

Chief Matilda had just finished her morning meditation and was preparing to begin her day's work when she heard Moran's urgent and excited call from outside.

She pushed open the door and saw Moran standing there, her little face flushed from running, her eyes sparkling with uncontrollable joy and excitement.

"Grandma Chief! Grandma Chief!" Moran saw her and quickly recounted her experience from the previous night: "I had a dream last night. In the dream, there was a huge tree that talked to me a lot! When I woke up, I found that part of my inherited memories had been unlocked, and it was the same as what the tree in my dream told me. Could it be that the Tree Spirit appeared to me in my dream? Can I start learning magic now?!"

"It sounds somewhat similar, but you are the first child in the tribe to be taught by the Tree Spirit from the very beginning. Let me ask around for you!"

Mathilde communicated with the tree spirit using wood language and quickly told Moran, "That's right! The tree spirit said that elves are fragile and don't know wood language, so the method of guiding through dreams is gentler and easier for you to accept."

"Thank you, Tree Spirit Mother!" Moran exclaimed. "Can I learn magic now?"

Mathilde nodded: "The Tree Spirit instructed you to try things according to its teachings in your dream. If you encounter any problems, just sleep, and it will provide the answers in your dream." (End of Chapter)