He had killed his own brother. His only brother. His half-brother. His last family member.

Tears began to fall into the lava from Kavod's eyes, making a hissing noise as they touched the volcanic liquid. There was a shimmer of light in the air, almost too clear to be seen, but Kavod could tell it was Branchstorm; the figure's elf ears told him that.

Branchstorm's ghostly figure said to Kavod, "Remember not to let anger take control of you, Kavod. I will watch over you. Farewell, half-brother. I give you my love as a brother."

Kavod sniffed a little and whispered back to the disappearing figure, "Farewell, half-brother. I will always remember you. I love you, too."

Before Branchstorm's ghostly figure vanished, a bridge appeared, connecting Kavod's post to the border of the Realm of Despair and the Land of the Elves. Kavod gave his thanks silently and walked across the bridge, his sword in hand.

When Kavod reached the Land of the Branches, he informed Beastly, the other Lightbeaks, and Slayer Clawbrood what had happened and that he would have to be the one to take care of the dragons.

Kavod also told the new Alderlocks that he planted after returning. He told the moonwolves, the village elves, the giants, and what was left of the goblins and other creatures.

Kavod talked to Branchstorm at night; he didn't speak to anyone physically, but spoke out loud at night on the hill. He told Branchstorm about his day and what his emotions were.

One night, he found a scroll of drawings on the ground under the tallest Alderlock on the hill. It had drawings of Branchstorm and Kavod, their parents, maps of the lands they had visited as young elves, and spells that Branchstorm had used to take care of the creatures and trees.

The Land of the Branches was named by Branchstorm; it was named for him; in honor of him. Kavod had memories of every adventure they went on together.

The first Alderlocks, the mud pit, the Realm of the Goblins, the dragons, the trolls, the knight elves, and the swords. They were all memories...all memories...

One morning, Kavod decided it was best to find out more about the world instead of staying here in sorrow. Branchstorm would have wanted him to continue adventuring to realms and other lands, to keep life fun.

So Kavod got on Slayer Clawbrood, told some of the knight elves to watch over the Land of the Branches until he got back, and headed for Azerma, a place he learned about from the books in the village library, where there were nine guilds to learn about.

And Kavod was just beginning his next adventure.