Aria, Lady of the Woods

Unevolved

I hear it on the wind. I hear it in the leaves. War is coming. Fair folk, we must abandon our trowels for swords and our reeds for drums—and trust that, no matter how thick the clouds of turmoil, the silver light of the moon will find its way back to us.

Evolved

As the forest sleeps, she arms herself. The glow of her wings is faint, a lingering of warmth in the coal of night. Despite her fear, she will fight because she understands a basic truth. Darkness is the natural state of the world. Light must be created.