As if the sky only cast down despair beneath its people, the vast lands awaited the birth of war. The armies stood with death, knowing their families would inherit their place. New mothers plead their unborn children be dead, for this world was soon a graveyard. Hope now just a word that the tongue forgot how to use. With an arrogant king or not, the war of fairies and humans gave no future.

A village abandoned by the kingdom, held cheerful on the coldest night in celebration of love shared between a fairy and a human. A feast held during the endless night as the refreshing air held joy was breathed in. The villagers, more drunk with joy rather than the beer. The worry of war had left their minds, but only to be quickly reminded. A group of passing fairies spotted the village and set fire to everything that could be viewed as firewood for warmth. The threat of war that loomed in the skies was beginning to rain upon the lands.