posted on Jan, 5 2015 @ 11:21 AM
The fallen warriors on both sides littered the fields and wooded areas. Too much blood had been shed, too many lives had been lost.
Finally the enemies were receding. Night and the elf who saved her had lost their horse not long into the battle. The elf maiden was weary and filled
with sorrow. Crimson blood dripped from her leg as she struggled to walk. Dirty, hungry and cold she collapsed onto the cold hard earth.
Storm spread his wings wide and took to the air in search of the fallen elf. With great speed he flew through the darkened night sky. There in the
distance he spied Night Star and by her side was the white wolf, fur blood stained and dirty. He gently nudged them and spoke in a soothing voice.
"It is over now. The realm is safe and no more harm will come to the good people of the green forest. The royals know that the beings of this land
will never again allow their wickedness to rule and abuse them."
Night stirred, looked up at Storm and released the tears she had been holding back for so long. Carefully, she searched Wolf for wounds that might
need attention, but found they were superficial and sighed with relief. Together they mounted the mighty dragon and took to the air.
The cold wind chilled her to the bone. She felt numb inside seeing so much destruction and loss of lives. She thought of the small chubby purple being
that had become her friend and how he no longer walked the earth. Wanderer was brave yet foolish for putting himself at such risk. Night knew he had a
big heart and just wanted to help. He loved to wander and sought adventures. She wished him a good journey in his next great adventure beyond this
realm of existence and cried until she could cry no more.
The Castle Inn was filling quickly with the infirm. The woman and children came out of the dark cave and into freedom. Beings of all races came
together in caring for the wounded. There were many hugs and kisses and much love flowed through the land.
Night awoke in bed the next morning. Wolf was curled up on a soft rug beside the bed. She lay there in the stillness relieved that the good people
would not only survive but thrive. Her thoughts turned to her friends and the place they all met so long ago, a place of magic and wonder, of laughter