ii. story
Story One--
"Long, long ago, war did not exist. All the children of the planet lived in harmony with one another, in their joyous realms. The wise and beautiful Queen of Fairies, Latania, ruled over all three of the domains, and oversaw everything with a fair hand.
She loved the children of the planet; The Merfolk, Fiers, Drows, and Pikken. The Merfolk resided in an underwater dominion, surrounded by mystery and beauty. The Fiers were bird-like creatures who called the heavens above us their motherland. The Drows were enigmatic imps who loved nature, but were hot-headed at times. And we, the Pikken, were peace-loving elves who dwelled in the plentiful forests of [xxx]. However, one day the Drows wanted to share the forest with us. It was perfect for living in. We agreed at first... But alas, there was not nearly enough room to house both races! We began to constantly argue over who lived where, and what belonged to who. Walls were put up to prevent each other from crossing to the other's side, and all connections were cut off. Latania did not agree with our quarrelling. "Please, you must live in peace with your brethren!" The Drows felt betrayed by their queen, and decided they no longer needed a ruler. They then withdrew into the swampy, steamy jungles far south. We happily took up residence in the entire forest for years, without Drows, or any other races, and much without disturbance. Days were happy, and we prospered.
But one day, the Drows returned. This time with a far more hostile attitude, they demanded ownership of the forest once more. We ran to Latania for sanctuary, but she could not be found. Finally, we had no choice but to fight. Heading to our ancient archives, we undusted long forgotten texts telling of sacred magic, forbidden battle techniques, and deadly weapons..."
Or so the Pikken tell their young at an early age. It has been several decades since the war has started, and it is still waging strongly. Things have gotten to the point where they take their children, and train them for battle pretty much at birth. Their elegant queen has long been forgotten, and it appears that they have forgotten what the cause of everything was. All they remember is that their hatred is deep, and neither intend to give in any time soon. Where has their queen gone? What of the other races? Will the war even end, and if so, who will be the winner? Only time will tell...
Written by Sailor Aerith.