One-On-One anyone? (CLOSED)

"They wouldn't want this. It isn't right. Life goes on and we have to accept that. Bad things happen, yes but there are more good things to balance them out. Trying to bring back the dead… it isn't the right solution… please Fae."

Bheir solas buaidh air an dorchadas an-còmhnaidh, Fae thought, remembering something her mother used to tell her. *Solas! Of course!" She grabbed the crown from Navaeh, who let out a triumphant cackle. "I'm sorry Farron. But I have to do this. And you have to trust me." She placed the crown on her head and then slumped to the ground.

(Light will overcome the darkness always.
Light!)

"NO! FAE NO!" Farron cried as tears streamed down his face.

Fae 'woke' up to complete darkness. "Ok, I can do this. God, I hope this works." She lit a spark of light. It pushed the darkness back a smidge.

Farron banged on the barrier until he had no more energy left and fell to his knees.

Navaeh stared at the now black haired elf that would become her minion.

Fae made more and more light. It was almost blinding.

Farron didn’t know what to do anymore but glare at Naveah. This was all her fault.

Suddenly Fae was lifted into the air as if being lifted by and invisible giant's hand. An extremely bright light emitted from her.

Farron had to cover his eyes form the light, confused at to what was happening.

When the light died away, Fae's hair had changed to gold and white, her eyes now golden brown. Beside her, a pale purple haired elf lay.

“Fae! What the….” Farron’s gaze flicked between the two elves.

Fae walked over to the elf and helped her sit up. "Whe-where am I?" The elf asked.
"You are in Athenia. My name is Faelinn West-Hallows. I'm a….." Fae got a glimpse of her hair. "Light elf."
"I'm Navaeh Windwhistler. I'm an air elf."

Farron’s mouth fell open in shook. The barrier went down and he rushed over to Fae, “Fae, are you okay?”

Fae pushed Farron away softly. "I'm fine. It's Navaeh I'm worried about."

“You should have just killed her…” Farron muttered, looking down at the elf.

"Why would I kill her?!" Fae yelled. "It's not her fault that she did all those things! She's completely innocent herself!"

Farron shook his head, “She tried to convince you to join her on the… the dark side! Killing her would have saved the entire world!”

"But it wouldn't have been the right thing, Farron! I'm not going to kill anyone without reason! Look, I took away her magic and left her with only the magic she was intended to have - air. I'm stronger now which will be good for the child. But relax, I don't have darkness. I got rid of that."

“How? How did you do that?”

"Light always defeats the dark. And I just so happen to be extremely skilled in light magic. It was powerful to both expel the darkness from me and Navaeh and transfer all of her unneeded magic into me."

Farron frowned a little but nodded, “Okay… I trust you.”

Fae helped Navaeh to her feet, then tapped her foot on the ground, causing the forest to disappear.

Farron crossed his arm over his chest and waited slowly.

"First things first. We need to get Navaeh to a doctor. She's weak after I took her magic away."

“We need to get you to a doctor too, remember?”

"Navaeh is more important right now," Fae said, looking Farron in the eye.

"No. No she is not. Not to me. You and our child are more important." Farron protested.

"Farron. I have made my decision. It. Is. Final." Fae said this in a tone that was not to be argued with.

Farron clenched his fists at his side but didn't argue and kept quiet. He let out a breath and shook his head slightly.

Fae handed Naveah to a nurse. "Tha i lag. Feuch gun faigh thu i do dhotair." She suddenly clutched her stomach. "Cuideachd, tha mi a 'smaoineachadh gu bheil mi ag obair."

("She is weak. Please get her to a doctor."… "Also I think I am in labour.")