Surtyr sat on his throne as he gazed over the courtroom from his high perch. He clenched his hands, frowning at the wrinkles he saw appearing. He called for a servant.

"Yes sir?" The servant looked at him curiously.

"Bring me a fairy. Make it plump." Surtyr ordered.

"Yes sir. Right away Sir." The servant bowed before hobbling away.

The servant made his way through the twisted halls of the palace of the dark king before reaching a room that was teeming with fairies who were trapped inside small cages. He walked over to a cage that held a nice red fairy. He grabbed the fairy by her wings from the cage and carried it up to Surtyr.

"Here you are, sir." He said, presenting the fairy to the king.

"Excellent." Surtyr grinned and held the struggling fairy in his large hand. He grinned before grabbing the fairy's head and pulling it off as though it was a cork to a bottle. He held the fairy to his mouth and tilted his head back, drinking the sweet blood like a shot. Once done, he dropped the fairy onto the floor. He smirked, watching the wrinkles on his hand fade.

"Dami, any news?" He asked, watching his general walk into the room.

"Your son is amassing an army." She said. She walked to the king and hopped onto his lap, smiling as she felt the king's arms circle around her waist as he inhaled her scent.

"Is that so, and have you any plan to defeat that army?" Surtyr asked, trailing his large across her body, making the small elf shiver.

"I always do sir," she smirked, leaning into the touches bestowed to her by her master.

Surtyr grinned and bit her neck and lapped the blood up. "Hm, excellent. That's why you're my favorite you know." He said, looking at her.

"Oh, I know sir." Dami grinned.


Dallas watched the troops train from atop the hill. He was glad to see they were progressing so nicely in less than a month. He looked down at his choker that was currently in his hand. He ran his hand across the gem and closed his eyes before putting the band back across his neck. He hummed at the feeling of comfort it gave him before he stood up, walking to the canopy they had been given by the elves. He stretched his wings, reaching behind the rub the space on his back where they both met. He had been tense since learning Tim was essentially his soulmate. A few months ago, the idea of being with a human, or anyone for that matter, would have bugged him to no end, but now, it didn't seem so bad. His mind began to wander to the very real possibility that he would outlive Tim. Humans lived such short lives compared to him, it would crush him as Tim turned old and Gray, and Dallas would remain young for thousands of years, then Tim would die and he would be all alone for the next millennium unless they were to have a child, but then that child would be alone for thousands of years. He wondered if his mother felt the same sense of doubt.

He blinked the thoughts away and hopped in a bed and bent his wings to the front of him, plucking out feathers that were loose and smoothing others out. He hadn't been doing much grooming of his wings lately. He sighed and gave up and laid back, looking up at the boring white canopy. A part of him was worried about the war, but a larger part of him was eager for revenge. He huffed and looked around before letting his eyes closed, a little nap never hurt anyone.

Tim pulled away after a few hours of training and set his sword aside. He felt as though he was learning nicely, but he still wasn't on the level of Dallas or Two-bit, which made sense since he knew both of them were old, and Two-bit seemed almost ancient.

He brushed it off and walked up the hill, smiling as he saw Dallas was asleep. His chest felt warm at the sight as he watched the fairy sleep. He couldn't describe the feeling he felt when around the fairy, but he didn't hate it by any means. He hummed softly and pet his hair gently, finding it to be pleasantly soft. He stopped as Dallas shifted but didn't wake up. Tim gave a small smile and sat in a nearby bed, grabbing some water and drinking it, enjoying the cool water. It was water so cold it almost hurt to drink, but it felt so refreshing in the hot summer sun in Azer.

He sighed in relief and smiled as he saw Curly training with Ponyboy. Maybe he would finally get something to tease Curly about. He turned to look at Dallas again and smiled. Curly may have been on to something because being with Dallas didn't seem nearly as bad nowadays. He looked up and saw two figures approaching on the horizon riding what looked like horses. He stood and walked down to greet the figures, his eyes widening when he saw Robert and Randy. Soda had joined him and gave a glare to the dark elves, but didn't make any moves beyond that.

"Bob, Randy. What are you two doing here?" Soda asked, looking at the two, disdain flooding his voice.

"Nothing bad if that's what you are asking. For you guys anyways." Randy responded.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Soda arched a brow, crossing his arms.

"We're joining you," Bob said, looking at him. "We didn't sign up for the shit Surtyr is having us do. Burndown a whole damn forest. We may be bad, but we're not villains."

Soda gave a brief nod. "Make yourselves at home then. We have some training available over there." He pointed behind them.

The dark elves gave a nod and hopped off their horses and tied them by the other horses, who seemed to welcome the new additions easily.

"I'll go tell Dallas," Tim said.

Soda gave a nod and walked off.

"Tell Dallas what?" Curly asked.

"That we have some potential spies of course," Tim smirked.

He walked back up the hill to the canopy and took one more second to admire how pretty the fairy looked before gently shaking his shoulder. "Dallas. Dallas."

Dallas blinked his eyes open and sat up with a yawn, his wings stretching out, one nearly hitting Tim in the face. "What is it?"

"Robert and Randy joined us. I think we could use them as spies." Tim said, looking at him.

"We won't want them as spies. But we can use an ability they have." Dallas said.

"And what is that?" Tim asked.

"The fact they are terrible at their jobs, come with me," Dallas said, standing and walking down to the training field where he could just see the orange hair of Robert.

Tim followed the fairy to the two elves.

"Boys," Dallas said to them.

"Yes?" Randy said as they both turned to look at the fairy.

"You two want to join us?" Dallas asked.

The two elves gave a nod and looked at him.

"Good. Then I want you to go back after tomorrow and do anything you can to sabotage the king. We need chaos. Can you two do that?" He said.

Randy gave a nod. "Of course. We didn't say we had left, so we will return tomorrow. As far as the king knows we were just scouting. But we need something to give him as proof."

Dallas thought for a moment. "Tell him we will be waiting on Hangman's hill," Dallas said

The two elves gave a nod.

"We will leave tonight," Robert said.

"Good," Dallas said, walking away.

Tim followed after the fairy and looked at him. "You sure we can trust them?"

"Yes. Their cowards. They're loyal to whatever side they think will win, and I'm confident we have this in the bag." Dallas grinned.

"And if we don't?" Tim asked.

"I don't think we should talk about that," Dallas said. "After all, my father fears you."

"Why?" Tim arched a brow.

The prophecy." Dallas replied, looking at him.

"Are you scared?" Tim asked. "I am."

"A little, but this isn't my first war," Dallas said. Well, it wasn't a full lie, he wasn't scared for himself, but he was scared for Tim. The human had become special to him, and he wasn't sure what he'd do if he were to lose Tim. He didn't voice these thoughts, although his mind drifted back to their almost kiss. He would kiss Tim, but now was not the time, and part of Dallas wondered if he would ever get the chance. While the tapestry had never been wrong as far as he was aware, he still didn't trust it. Why would it put him with someone so delicate?

He gave a small smile to Tim and watched the troops continue to train.

As night fell, he and Tim watched the sunset and the stars rise high into the sky. He felt at peace like this, in the calm before the storm.