He inclined his head, a gesture both humble and grand. "Luna Queen Kelly, your gratitude warms this old heart," he replied, his voice the whisper of leaves against stone. "But let us not dwell on pleasantries when there is much to discuss."

I nodded, eager for the wisdom he would impart. The room seemed to lean in closer, the ancient stones and timbers holding their breath as he began his tale.

"Many moons ago, before your reign, Luna Queen, The Black Faes descended upon us like a plague." His ...