Hands sharpening spearheads stopped. Lips telling tales to young ears froze. Slanted eyes widened, and pointed ears perked up, listening. All motion ceased, and then a horn rang out, steady, calling the fae to gather. All had felt the change, long before change was due, and all had a right to the explanation.

"Things have resolved themselves more than we could have hoped," their dark leader proclaimed. "The door is closed; the breach is repaired. What is ours has returned, and what is no longer ours has passed on, as it should have long ago. Now all that is left is to tell and continue to tell this story to our children, so these events need not be repeated."

And so they did.


A/N: Yay, I finally finished! Tell me what you think, what questions you still have, etc. I'm gonna keep polishing it for awhile, I think; this is one of my favorite stories. Bring on the cc!