I remember the first time I saw him on the news. A man, pale white as snow, positioned on top of a building, his golden hair laying on his shoulder. He was talking to Hellboy, it almost looked like he was trying to reason with him, his face showed empathy, whether it was toward hellboy or the monstrous creature he was fighting I couldn't decide. I could tell he was regal before the news reports came out, pinning him as the terrorist that was responsible for the New York tooth fairy and forest god attacks as well as the attempted global terrorist act of the awakening of the golden army. He looked the part of royalty, especially when the news started flashing that screen capture of him on the roof with the title card reading ELVEN PRINCE ATTEMPTS GLOBAL ATTACK. I remember my surprise when I realized he was the one behind it all, I almost thought he was the hero, he seemed the part to me, up there on the building trying to talk sense into the devil.
What followed his death was a great ordeal, people were outraged by Hellboy and the Prince both. Some people attacked fea folk and others attacked the government, there were debates that we should target the fea and others that we should try to live united with them. The vast majority of people wanted the fea community to be killed in order to eliminate further attacks like that of Prince Nuada and in the beginning they won. People started taking it upon themselves to seek out places where they might find fea and kill anyone suspicious or vandalize entrances to alleged communities. Against those people were those who called themselves HETFET (Humans for the ethical treatment of Fairies, Elves and Trolls.) They were the more peaceful side of action, holding protests and marches, trying to help the fae as much as they could. I was eight when it all happened so the impact of it all didn't really hit me. My mother and father, tho not together, both shared the opinion that the fea should be eliminated while even as a child I believed that we should leave them be.
Over the years people grew less sensitive on the subject, it was one of those things you would bring up when getting to know someone to determine if you wanted to be friends with them, like a political opinion. I formed my opinion on the subject at about age fourteen and began being open about it at sixteen. I'm the kind of girl that believes in equal rights for all and religiously routed for bernie sanders, I joined internet chat rooms and redits for HETFET at about sixteen as well. Around that time pretty much everything went to shit but i found closure in helping others so I became more involved in HETFET, becoming a member. In chat rooms and postings on Reddit, I found one central ideal amongst the HETFET community, the significance of prince nuada. Some believed that he was the fallen savor of the fea others believed he had damned them, in any case Prince nuada was the most controversial subject that came up. As for myself, I believed that the fea needed Prince Nuada now more than ever and that if his head was in the right place he would be able to do much for his people if it was explained to him how humans now thought. So at age eighteen, I started a page called HDRPN ( Humans Dedicated to the Restoration of Prince Nuada.) My following grew fast, though mostly Fangirls and internet bullies, I found quite a few people that shared my beliefs in Prince Nuada. Originally it was a page to keep his ideas in mind, a page to remind people of what he stood for and encourage them to step up for what he believed in, without the whole mass genocide thing. But later on a tangent of the page grew, people dedicated to actually wanting to bring Prince Nuada back to life. It started out as just a PM someone sent me but soon it grew and the idea didn't seem so crazy, not only to me but a small group of people including myself. We made a group chat and began to search for something, anything we could that would bring Prince nuada back to life. In the beginning, the search was feverous we all were seemingly obsessed but after a few months people started to leave, after half a year there were only three and then it was only me. It seemed that all had faded but I still had hope and subconsciously kept searching. I suppose I had always sort of thought it wasn't possible, just an uplifting thought or something puzzling to focus my mind on when things were bad, I never actually thought that one day I would find it.
As I read up on the method that i hoped would bring him back to life I thought back to when i first saw him on my TV almost ten years ago. What followed his exit was the death of the monster I now know as the last forest elemental, its death was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, the white petals and lush plants raining down around it with the ginormous flower at the top. It was then that I learned my first lesson in life that stuck with me through all my years, destruction births beauty.