Never trust a fae.

For humans, the war was in the distant past, something old women whispered about in rocking chairs. The humans won the war. They’d moved on. 

Yet the portals between realms were never closed.

The sands of time ran slower in the fair realm, and the wounds still bled. The bitterness of loss was fresh. And some plotted revenge.

For elves who lived hundreds of years and requested by ancient decree to remain in the human realm, their command was clear: keep the peace.

But what if some forsook their oath?