It started when he was 2 years old.
Even with his exceptional memory, he couldn't seem to recall a time before the war.
Initially, when the fairies had been revealed, it seemed as though peace between the two races might abound.
And, for several years, it did.
The problem came when the human governments and the fairy council began talks about integration.
They said they tried everything.
Lies, in his opinion. Not that he really cared, one way or another.
After all, his family had profited greatly from the failed peace talks.
War mongers, some called them.
When the media would bring the accusation up, he'd simply reply that they were business people and they went where the marketplace took them.
But now, that marketplace was failing. The majority of the populace no longer supported the war.
Which meant it was time to move on.
The question was, to where?