IX: Repercussions of The White Past. All was quiet but the whistling wind that molested an unseen path, against the caverns walls, moving the water, in an erratic fashion. The knights, slowly wandered down the icy mountain, careful, to not trip and slip down the frigid path of hidden slopes. Down into the village that was once, a horrendously horrible bloodbath, to these clueless elvan knights on prideful missions by Mondisi’s demand. Brought in by the king’s request, on a later date than the massacre, positively unaware of the brother’s brutal squabble. This stroll through a ghost town was pleasant, for them, if it were the brothers, irrefutably, it would have been unfathomably nerve racking. It's always better to be ignorant, than scared of the truth, Manis knew this, and soon, Mondisi would too.. Broodth, was not a ghost town although, it may have seemed so. To these unsuspecting, snow elves, it made no difference. A young girl, who was now a young woman, screamed from
VIII: A Glass Kingdom’s Prosperity. The following morning the king approached his new subjects that he found ever so delightful, he strolled with a joyous hop, bouncing out of the palace doors, before him now stood a plethora of elves. Working on the homes they had promised, honoring their words. Mondisi glowing like the day before them, the soldiers slung their tools and hammers over their shoulders- taking notice of their suddenly healthy king. “Aye! our king isn't weary anymore! good tidings sire! And a swell rising we all hope!" The hearty elves hammering on the soon to be liveable homes, shouted. Everyone else in town whispered, confused and at a loss, how not a soul has mentioned the guards that have yet to return, that the king, if it even was him, rudely sent to their possible death. "don't worry about these homes, i'll gather some folk to take care of it- all of you however, I have a task, specifically for your set of skills." "Come, c