“Ten days I have walked and not even a glass of weed water to cool my dry throat,” cried Timboo.
The elves had invited the tribes of the plains to discuss ways to help each other.
“I am King of the grasslands, and they leave me looking at a waterfall like some school boy. I have bathed under greater waters in the mountains to the West,” grumbled the King.
“I must apologize for keeping you waiting, King Timboo. Please follow me. The council is waiting to welcome you,” the official said.
“You people don’t know the meaning of courtesy. In my land, you’d have had your feet washed and a full meal set before you by now,” said the King
“Again, my lord, please pardon our rudeness. The council is dealing with the Dentracy,” replied the official.
“Those snakes in the grass, I should have known the great elf king would treat me better. Forgive my earlier rudeness,” said the King.
“Welcome, Timboo, King of the plains. Please come and sit with us. We have much to discuss,” said the elvish King.
The two Kings talked and ate late into the night. When the sun peeked above the hills, Timboo was well on his way back to his kingdom.
“Welcome home, my lord,” said the Chamberlain.
“War is coming, my friend, and we, the tribes of the plains, must ally our people with the elves. Tomorrow, I will meet with the other tribal chiefs and prepare for the conflict,” said Timboo.
The Dentracy attacked the elves and plainsmen in what became known as the War of Light and Dark.
Not understanding the bond between the Kings, the Dentracy army failed.
“Tomorrow, we will celebrate and put this dark chapter of our lives behind us,” Timboo said.
“Those who seek to crush a people on their land will suffer the humiliation of defeat,” said the elf King.
From that day to this, no army has ever attempted to attack the plain tribes or mountain elves again.
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