There was once a time in this world where the fae steadied their animosity to their neighbors throats. It was a sorrowful time. One where we watched these creations strike each other down if it meant wielding a higher power over their foes or merely believing they understood more of the world. As it would be, the story we will tell you now is this such tale. A tale of the land of fae that drenched itself in its own blood for the sake of their pride. A tale of two great Kingdoms that reigned under the rule of the Butterflies and of the Bees. And most importantly, the Moth’s that attempted to distance themselves from this war... but ultimately won it.

The best way to begin their story, rests upon the Butterfly Prince. A ceremony best known as “The Gift of the Sky” was happening. And on this day he was apart of this celebration, now officially considered of age by his people because he had grown his wings. The prince was not an ill willed person, but he saw this as his chance. He sought not for the pain of his neighbors, but their understanding. You see, the prince of the Butterflies learned, and grew, and concluded that his father’s method of rule was inadequate. And as such, he saw his neighbor’s methods just as illogical. So that very night after his kingdom’s celebrations for his coming of age, he slew his father and took his rule.

He was inspiring to his people despite his crime and they took step with him. They did not falter even as he led siege on kingdoms that did not obey to his requests of loyal surrender. Thus began a naive tyranny. 

The day the usurper prince threatened the bees and their queen, their uncertainty at fighting this rising terror ended. They began their battle against these people in a rage, fighting for their own and those who were in danger of the usurpers. A sunder grew and this great rift between two of the most powerful kingdoms had begun to affect the rest of the fae around themselves. Alliances had begun to form and rivalries grew fatal. Ultimately, the bees and the butterflies were locked in a horrid battle of acquiring assets to outlast the other. And both were planning for their final battle, one side in upset that they would not adopt their ways. The other fighting for the ability to defy it.

One force trapped between this horrid mess, was the Moth’s. They collectively were shy of entering this war. They did their best avoid the conflict that might throw them to a side by default. It was not an easy feat. They were a linchpin regarding commerce and they assisted all kingdoms in trade not only from kingdoms everywhere but foreign market as well. It was proper thought for these two sides to try their hardest to monopolize this asset. Not just for their trade, but their impressive combative forces as well. But it was futile. The Moth’s refused to favor a side at all and as such refused both ideas of fighting with one force and cutting off one force from their clientele.

The Moths would not subject themselves to that war. And this infuriated both kingdoms. They continued their attempts to sway the Moths and their forces, but these reclusive folks would have none of it. They had no reason to assist either side. For something so cataclysmic that they might enter-- their own people would need reason. Had the kingdom they are fighting for helped them? Had they done something to award their assistance? Did they deserve their lives? You see, the Moth’s had a very strict way of living. They lived by the thought of returning favors for them vigorously. If you saved their life, their very existence was yours. However, do wrong by them-- and they will spend their lives correcting the blow to their pride appropriately. “An Eye for an Eye” if you will.

Unfortunately, not all can go as planned. With every passing day, every passing week, month, year-- the war continued. And as it continued, more and more alliances grew closer to borders that did not want them. Lives were being lost, battles erupted out of pure malice, and mistakes were being made without remorse with the price of lives being thieved. So the story we are about to tell you... It is a sorrowful one. War is never cheerful. It is never forgiving. 

It is horrible. 

It is violent. 

It is war.

The story begins with the tireless forces behind the scenes. A flower who hopes not to be trampled, and a rock ready to be thrown. This is the beginning of the end.

The end to the great War of Wings.