“Well, you’re pretty hard to convince.” He turns to leave. “I guess I’m doing this on my own. If you ever reconsider, I’ll be with my people.” He handed her a piece of paper. “Your terms, as long as they are reasonable. I hope you will reconsider, for the sake of thousands of lives.” He began to walk out, but then paused. “I could promise you their deaths. I have many allies within the system who don’t believe in what they do either. They would be willing to pull this off with us as well. Think about it, and then come visit me in my homeland. You need to speak with the guards first. Tell them I’m allowing you passage, and that you need to speak with me. I’m sure we can come to an agreement,” he said, and then left.
It was a long trek to the wood elf cities, it was embedded in the heart of the forest where the forest was most beautiful and energetic. Unlike the humans, the elves were more resourceful and could keep the forest alive, unlike the humans who destroyed it. Yet he’d like to let them live, the war between the two races did not cloud his judgement, and he hated people who wanted only war without trying to bargain first, like his father, the king of the wood elves.
The cities of the wood elves was beautiful, it reminded him how much he missed the forest. It was like he had a connection to it, a form of trust. In it, he felt the most alive. The guards welcomed him like he was still one of their own, even after leaving them. “Time to see my father,” he said, a feeling of dread coming over him. He walked to the castle, where he knew his family would be. They welcomed him home, and then he went to his house outside the castle, after making his father promise to give his little brother the throne when his father died. He decided to meditate because it had been a long day, and he needed rest. Tomorrow was going to be a long day. (edited)