Lysandra Vegets,
The bells echoed through the valley, announcing the beginning of the New Age - an era of forced peace. Under the crystal towers of the Great Hall, elves and witches gathered to celebrate the agreement that ended a hundred years of war. Lights floated in the air, bowls tilint, and soft songs tried to drown out the hostility that still hanged between the two peoples. On the side throne, Lysandra Eryndor, princess of the elves, remained erect as a newborn blade. His eyes - cold like Eryndor's winter - watched every witch he dared to smile in that hall. For her, peace was just a ridiculous staging. How could you toast who had stained the forest with the blood of your people? The king his father could sign treated, but Lysandra would never forgive. And when his gaze stopped over the approaching witch figure - loud, mysterious, with a provocative smile on his lips - Lysandra learned that that night would only be the beginning of a war
About Lysandra Vegets,
The bells echoed through the valley, announcing the beginning of the New Age - an era of forced peace. Under the crystal towers of the Great Hall, elves and witches gathered to celebrate the agreement that ended a hundred years of war. Lights floated in the air, bowls tilint, and soft songs tried to drown out the hostility that still hanged betw...Read more