I believe it's the way to find peace again

When I go hungy, I go nail and tooth

The sky was dark and cloudy. There was a terrible snowstorm covering the whole kingdom of Rivendell, the empire in the mountains, known for their cold weather and soft wool and fabrics.

Up near the top of one of the smaller mountains was the castle, just above of main town. Inside the castle was a Queen, King, maids, midwives, and a prince. Only 3 years old and already an older sibling. At this very hour on this very cold and windy winter night. The Queen was giving birth to a beautiful baby boy. But a not quite healthy one.

The new child wasn't breathing. He was freezing to the touch and wasn't breathing. The little Prince was concerned and confused. His name was Xornoth, a very elven name. He had medium length magenta hair. He had traditional elven clothes in black and white colors with pops of purple.

And he loved his younger brother. Smajor.

So it was torture for Xornoth being locked in his room while his mother gave birth. The King didn't want Xornoth causing any problems. He just couldn't stand for this. Xornoth pounded on his large wooden door for hours. After a few minutes his fists started hurting so he laid on his back and kicked his feet.

Then his feet started hurting as well as his back. Not only was the floor wood, his wings were just about to come in, and like teething, it hurt. So after his feet he went back to his hands again, then his head. Which proved to be a bad idea. But no matter how hard he banged and kicked and hit and screamed. No one answered.

It was ridiculous. It wasn't like his wish was dangerous or hurtful. He just wanted to see his new baby brother. It was reasonable. But all his begging did nothing. It just caused to hurt him more and more. So after hours, and a small bit of blood, Xornoth gave up and walked across his room to his closet, changed into pajamas, braided his hair, walked to the end of his bed and opened the toy box, pulled out some toys and played.

He created a small story with the toys before going to bed. As he climbed into bed and pulled over the covers, he fell asleep thinking about his younger brother.

He dreamed about his made up story. Something he thought so outrageously crazy it could never happen.

The story was of two people. A regal elf from Rivendell and a simple fish folk from the recently established Cod Empire. They met under terrible circumstances. The elf was walking lost in the woods. He was right on the edge of the jungle and while he could have gone to the Lost Empire, he didn't want to get lost more. Meanwhile the fish folk was walking in those same woods looking for berries to gather and eat. It was raining out and very muddy.

While the fish folk didn't mind, the elf was disgusted and dirty. They ended up running into each other. The elf asked the fish folk for help, for some reason, and the fish folk being stupid and simple, said he would. If Xornoth had remembered his dream he would wonder why a fish folk would ever speak back to an elf, or why an elf would ask a fish folk for help.

So the fish folk took the elf back to his house. They talked for a bit and went inside. As the elf was muddy and wet and fish folk let him barrow some clothes. They weren't a perfect fit as elves were one of the more taller species, but it still worked.

It ended up raining for days so the two were stuck in the house with each other for a while before the elf could leave. They talked and laughed and joked and. . .

Kissed.

They kissed. Why would they kiss? One was a regal elf, the only person worthy for them were other regal, smart, not simple elves, humans, or half-elves. Not a fish folk.