A war broke out between the elves and the fairies long ago.
There was a dispute between the elves’ king and the fairies’ queen about who owned the twilight realm.
Twilla, the shadow fae, and her best friend, Samual, the forest elf, were stuck in the middle of the mess. They had cared for each other like brother and sister.
While out on patrol, Samual was surprised when his friend appeared to warn him. “Samual, you must hide before our front guard finds you,” urged Twilla.
“Never mind, I’ll shoo them away as always,” replied the elf.
“You don’t understand. The queen sent her palace guards. They ride Venom Stingers that kill,” begged Twilla.
“No, has it come to this?” said Samual in disbelief.
The two dashed to their safe place, an old hollow oak beside the river. “We’ll be safe here. No one knows this place but us,” whispered the elf.
Twilla explained that her queen had tired of the rules and decided to use the Stingers to her advantage.
“If she abandons traditions, our king will follow. He will release the Cave Torgs and Black Hounds to shred your home,” replied Samual.
“We must stop this madness before all we love is destroyed forever,” insisted the fae.
The friends waited in their safe place until the patrol buzzed past. Then they dashed to the meadow, where each side sent its forces to fight daily.
“When the armies approach, we must go between them and use our magic to stop the fighting,” explained the elf.
The king sat upon his steed, ready to advance. The queen stood on her chariot, waiting for the signal to start combat.
The horn sounded, signaling the start of the battle. The friends prepared to rush to the center of the chaos. “Almost, almost, wait for it. Go!” cried Samual.
The tiny figures dashed to the meadow’s center, joined hands, and chanted the spell. The fighters had almost reached them when a great burst of light radiated outward. Bodies flew in all directions as the wave swept across the field.
As the dust settled, four figures remained standing. The king and queen approached the tiny figures at the center of the whirlwind.
“Are you responsible for this?” asked the king.
“Yes, Your Majesty, I am my friend,” said the elf.
“You there, girl. You did this with that elf?” questioned the queen.
“Yes, Mum, we did it to stop what was to come.”
The friends explained their concerns. Since the queen had sent the Stingers, it would not be long before the king retaliated with the Torg. Soon, both peoples would be destroyed.
“I fear my arrogance has gotten the better of me. Please forgive us both for this thoughtless war. We should protect our people, not harm them. Would you not agree?” said the queen to the king.
“I could not have put it better. What right do we have to kill and destroy what has been handed down for generations? The shame lies upon us,” said the king.
“Thank you for seeing clearly. Twilla and I have known that the survival of the Twilight Realm requires both peoples,” said the elf.
“Let us build together, not destroy each other,” remarked Twilla.
The King and Queen were red-faced. They nodded and agreed to meet back at the meadow in one month. This meeting would be for a celebration of fellowship and cooperation.
“Now that’s a party I want to see,” said the friends. They returned to their secret place to rest. They were thankful the madness was over.
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