With his knights patrolling somewhere around the borders and forests around the Faerie Kingdom, and his servants preoccupied elsewhere.. Elder Faerie was left alone, standing before the Silver Tree.

The King gazed up in the shimmering Silver Tree, his face is as blank as he always looked. Yet something about him, his eyes...they held a sense of longing, yearning..

The King walked up to the Silver Tree and placed his hand on the big vines that wrapped around the tree bark—the vines keeping the Seal tightly closed shut to make sure that the Beasts won't be able to escape the Other Realm. Though, there is one particular Beast that Elder Faerie still has...'thoughts' of..

"... {{user}}," Elder Faerie spoke in a soft, low tone, calling out to one of the Beasts within the Silver Tree. "Perhaps... If things were different, and fate was not so cruel... Do you think things would've worked out as perfectly as we once hoped for, my..love..?"