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Sorry I haven't updated since the 18th century. Argh, all my fault. Please, throw the tomatoes. They will be welcomed.

Chapter 6

Waking up in soft arms seemed like a miracle. He truly was blessed to have such a loving wife, his queen and future mother of his children. Formany cycles of the calendarMilliardo Peacecraft watched over his land. He would be the last of his kind to rule the solitary valley that lay under elvish watch. Fast approaching was his end and he anticipated it with calm sincerity. Never would an elf let the biting reality of death be a factor in his or her everyday life and decisions. He would go about ruling his people, hoping and knowing that he was doing the right thing.

"Milliardo, my king, 'tis time for tea. The day grows late and your lack of haste will no doubt discourage the people," whispered Noin in her lover's ear.

"Yes, my dear. Let us make to the day."

Every half-moon was a struggle for the lives of the elves. The darkness, fast approaching, shadowed their hopes of living out their days in peace and solitude. There seemed no explanation to the looming threat. Instead, the elves tried desperately to ignore the changes in the trees, or the stillness of the water, yet it was all in vain. Hiding seemed to be not an option, nor did being blindly ignorant. A day would come when the elves had to fight once again.

Two hundred years ago, the elves lived in harmony among the lower lands and part of the central lands as well. Lush grass, thick trees, and abundant food lay at their disposal, yet the elves, being as resourceful as they are, created communities, living their lives in order and freedom. When all became quiet, the rumbling had followed. First, the days became longer and then the sky turned black, clouding the sun and leaving the land drenched in darkness. The armies of shadows fell upon the inhabitants of the land like rain, except their trail would not leave dew, only the blood of fallen soldiers. Piercing screams could be heard as men were torn apart. The elves, susceptible to the weapons of the darkness, fell one by one. No one was safe and no one could hide. Then the sun had shone. A young girl was born of the light. When she opened her eyes, the world shook once again, shining light upon all of the lands and for 30 half-moons the light shone throughout the land. The darkness, fearful of the new power, shrank back into their world of shadow and the land was saved. The girl, an elf of great power, would be known as Princess Relena, the keeper of the light.

Years had passed by, but the girl had not aged. No, the light would keep her alive and immortal until the day arrived when she would pass on her power or die fighting. Either way, there seemed to be no future for the girl, only a repeating past.

Milliardo knew that the girl was not his sister by lineage. No, but he protected her just the same. Giving her his last name, she was put under his protection and care. She was a rare treasure, a pure heart with pure intentions. Accepting him had been no problem and she glad for the company he and his wife presented her. Talking about the past seemed to upset her and Milliardo figured that with her past, she had every reason to act that way.

Every day the young elf could be found walking among the flowers, admiring their beauty. She loved the flowers, the way they danced with the wind, or caressed one another. Everything was innocent, so much like the valley and the elves that walked within its limits. Protecting the valley was her only concern. The elves, the ones who loved her and protected her, would be her greatest friends. Many had passed on, others had sought solitude away from the valley, but there were still a few whom she enjoyed the company of.

Trowa, an elf of many generations, had stayed by the young girl the moment he had been able to walk. Taken in by her aura of purity and light, he had vowed to protect the princess. One hundred and sixteen cycles of the calendar later, he had kept that vow. Watching her from his treetop perch, he gave away a small smile. She enjoyed her walks so much that a predator could easily have taken her away, but that was what Trowa was there for. He would make sure no harm ever came to the girl. Secretly, Trowa had fallen in love with the young girl many years past, but had failed to express his feelings directly. Instead, he wooed her with gentle touches and sweet words. Being by her side constantly and listening to all of her problems brought them together. She too felt the bonds of love form. Resisting was futile and she gave up shortly, but her caution and knowledge of her fate led her to push Trowa away. Hurt and confused, he left, but he could never stay away. One calendar later, after traveling the world, Trowa had returned to find Relena alone and hurt. Knowing that his absence had caused her hurt, he went to her immediately and they reformed their love into something beautiful. So they stayed together, in love, but knowing that one-day their love would not endure the pain of peace. Relena would never burden a child with her power, so she acknowledged the fact that she would die fighting, fighting her powers and the powers of darkness.

Milliardo Peacecraft knew this. He would never allow this to take place. Even if he had to make the rest of the elves suffer, he would protect her. She was his sister. She was the light.

Cun flo mawlf xlato geiojoi.

Alright, so the time system is different. Cycles of the calendar are years. Moons are weeks. Half-moons are days.