FeyMoon

   As she spoke the words taught to her in that dream, a doorway of glowing light appeared in the trunk of the Tree. It was only wide and tall enough to accomidate a truefolk, but each of the dragons could change form, even as weak as he was FeyFriend could easily become an elf. One by one the entire defending army marched through the doorway followed by FeyFriend, then FeyMoon and finally TowerFriend. He had been marching the perimeter of his one-sided wall checking to make sure it wasn't dispelled or breached and to breath and cast spells from the safety of it's defense until everyone had safely reached FeyMoon's glade.
   "I have failed you. Many I swore to protect are dead by my negligence. I rushed to avenge your King, my friend and forgot to honor him as he would have wish by protecting his people. I have failed him. I hope in time both you and his eternal spirit can forgive me. Here you may begin again. May the Tower we build here last forever," FeyMoon announced to the surviving elves of TreeHeart. Queen Arakin stepped from where she had stood with several of the elders accounting for the people of the city.
   "We have lost a third of our loved ones, but thanks to you we survive. We will gladly share your home and welcome you to live among us as you are not only our friend but our savior and angel. This Tower will be known as MoonReach, since you reached out and plucked us from our doom, and you golden lady will be called ElvenAngel," said Queen Arakin, in a strong and commanding, but still soft and thankful voice. This statement brought a rousing cheer from the exhausted elves and fey.
   "Please rest. I will watch over you tonight. There will be time enough to settle scores and finish this another time. For now heal and rest. The Tree of Life is untouchable. The Tower and town may be lost, but the Tree is eternal," said FeyMoon, to Queen Arakin as much as to her people. She was uncomfortable with the new name, but very honored and it seemed to suit her. After the elves had been settled and the fey had returned to their homes, the Queen finally allowed herself to rest. TowerFriend and FeyMoon got a chance to speak alone. She told him of her curse on Lord Hirpats and her fear FeyFriend would never reach full maturity though he would live a long and healthy life.
   "We need to destroy the entire band of them while they are gathered in a single place. Now may be our only opportunity to catch all of the Lords who turned on my father at one time," hissed TowerFriend, as he and his mate sat in her lair in dragon forms.
   "The Lords aren't there, and if they were slaying them all wouldn't solve anything. More would come, or their children would take up their banner. Such things are inevitable, but we saved many people, that is what's important," replied ElvenAngel, in her most soothing tones. Saranti wouldn't be soothed, he yearned to return to the battle and see it to it's conclusion.
   "Their armies are all there, we could set them back decades by slaying all those loyal to them. That would teach others not to follow these men," answered TowerFriend defiantly.
   "We have already set them back decades. Those warriors follow money, you're not going to teach them not to do that," she spoke very quietly.

   "So they destroyed a Tower, we will build a new Tower. A grand city will stand from the ashes of the town they burned. That is how one measures success in the long run of history, not who killed more people in which battle. For Lord Hirpats all he has is history, let vengence be enough," said FeyMoon in even more soothing tones. TowerFriend couldn't settle for simple revenge, he felt he needed to eradicate the army from the face of the world, but knew she was right.
   The armies burned the town and looted the Tower, but found few treasures, thanks to the efforts of the defenders. They fell to squabbling over the slim pickings and scattered to their respective lands. As FeyMoon had predicted the giant host posed no further threat to the people of the forest.
   For months afterward Saranti lashed out in rages and fell into depressions at irregular intervals. He was angry and sad, he had nothing but his sister, mate, and children. His sister had given herself to working for the elven people from an early age, as much as he had given up on them entirely. His children would grow without him. Already they scattered among the elves and saw their parents irregularly. FeyMoon had become more and more distant. They still loved one another, but her interests seemed to take her away from him more and more. His own personal pain drove him nearly to insanity. He felt like he needed to hurt something and was afraid it would be her when it happened. So he left a letter in the writing of wizards for her to find in their lair and left to discover the lands the north and east.
   FeyMoon helped to build the Tower as she had promised and protected and advised Queen Arakin and her line for several generations living in her lair beneath MoonReach Castle. She mourned the loss of her mate who settled in the eastern plains and never returned to the Elderwood, but eventually fell in love with the gold dragon of the Grey Mountains and bore many broods. She and her children still held to the promise to protect the wood and the elves from any invader.
   Many centuries after MoonReach Castle was built, those who hated the crown and wished for power again thought they had chance to sieze what they wanted. This began what is known as the Age of Division. It culminated in the death of Alalantiel and her territory being distributed to her children. MoonReach and the rebuilt TreeHeart were granted to children from Saranti, while the children of GreyLord took up the remaining areas. GreyLord also died in the Divisions and left his territory to GreyCloud. WingedLord kept his people from the battles, but remained allied to the other dragons and fought alongside both ElvenAngel and GreyLord at their deaths. In fact, Ylvanyasil killed DeepHate, avenging his sister and her mate, and effectively won the final battle, forcing the rebels into rift in the earth created by the emergence of the deep dragons who allied with the rebellion. Both dragons were mourned by their respective Towers and the entire elven nation as heroes. King Arkir, great-great-grandson of Arogikur, asked that ElvenAngel be interred in her lair beneath Castle MoonReach where she could look after her people forever. WoodFiend used her own aged wand of stone to place her body in the bedrock beneath her lair to honor the request. After the corpse was set in the phased cave, the stone returned to normal, encasing ElvenAngel's body in bedrock, and the ancient wand turned to dust.