The mist lifted slightly as the dawn approached. It was as if they all suddenly appeared battle ready and with fierce bloodlust in their eyes. Lord Rivlet had no recollection of the calling to arms, nor even the preparation and rune marking. He just knew that the Tra'deth was back to pillage and sacrifice, and every man to a child was there to stop it. He had a moment to wonder when they had arrived here and how they gathered so quickly before he was forced to action. Calling his clan with an arm raised they moved as one to prevent their foes from gaining ground. As they crossed the highlands, the Tra'deth were equally equipped and merciless. They too felt the pulse of magic as they cut down men like young saplings in a glen, they had the same awakening, felt the call to arms and the blessings of their Gods as they did as they were bidden and fought to the death with fierce bloodlust in their eyes. - The war was finally over. The warding was successful and the Darkness that Kills was bound to the depths. The earth was in ruins, the people, scattered, the worshippers lay dead, dying, or maimed and lost to all with madness from having seen the true form of the Darkness when it was released from its chains. How it was released is a mystery, but King Hawthorn, even with his Hands of Healing and Fruition could not undo all that was done here as the binding has taken more of his power than even he expected.
  He laid broken and empty as the madness licked the corners of his mind from the visions the Darkness tried to use to prevent the casting. Coupled with the carnage done to his people, he wept for the first time in centuries.
  - Wyn had the sight all her life and knew to keep it hidden from the Fae as well as her people. She knew that if it was even suspected by them, she would be abducted, killed, or worse. As the last of her line, she was to only record her findings for the future generations and keep from being found out. She had seen the battle and it had not broken her mind, even as her brethren fought to the death against their human enemies. They did not know that they were a part of the very battle she would be killed for having witnessed.
  All her instincts told her to let him die, he was one of the Fae and she would be destroyed by him as well as any hopes of passing down the knowledge to the next generation. She had seen him try to rise the broken men, heal them, save them. She had seen the hopelessness in his eyes when it failed. She had seen him weep. Somehow that made him more human, she was always told that the Fae felt nothing, no emotions, no loss, no love, nothing. In that moment, she knew she had to save him. She only knew how to heal humans, and did not know if she could even help him or if he would allow it, but she had to try... somehow.

English fae High Magic Fantasy sidhe seelie Blood, Gore, TW, Violence, Swearing, unseelie