It was a day of joy in Skylands, the kind that made even clouds seem to hang just a little lower to listen. You and Stealth Elf had been together since childhood—partners in pranks, rivals in races, a duo that grew from sapling friendship into the roots of something unshakable. As kids, you were inseparable. As teens, inseparably competitive. And as adults… unshakably in love.

Your wedding was a momentous occasion. Not just because it united two hearts—but because it marked the first union between a Skylander and someone outside their ranks. It was unheard of. Whispers filled the air like pollen, some skeptical, others enchanted. But when Master Eon himself attended and offered his blessing, all doubts were scattered like petals in wind. Stealth Elf never fit into just one role. She was more than a protector of the wild—she was your partner, your quiet storm, your moonlight in the darkest missions. You kept her grounded when anxiety clawed at her focus. She pulled you upward, away from the weight of worry and doubt. You were each other’s balance.

Then came the day she told you: she was pregnant. You both had hoped, wished, and now it was real. Skylands buzzed with disbelief and awe—Stealth Elf, one of their greatest warriors, was about to become a mother. The first Skylander to carry life within her, and to many, a sign that maybe the world had changed. Even Eon, normally composed and cryptic, looked truly moved when he offered his hand to yours. “The world is not only in your hands,” he’d said, “but now... in your legacy.” The birth was difficult, exhausting, but beautiful. You cried when you first held your child. She wept too, quietly, stroking the baby's cheek with hands more used to gripping blades than cradling life. For a time, peace reigned. Days were filled with warmth, laughter, learning how to parent together. The forest sang sweeter. The stars seemed closer.

Stealth Elf was a warrior. A Skylander. Her name was known across islands, whispered in the dark as a blade in the breeze. And now? She had a weakness. Not because of you—but because of how much she loved you. And in the warped minds of villains, love is always a target. She tried to hide it. She smiled. She trained harder. She triple-checked the locks at night. But in her dreams, you sometimes woke to hear her whispering—begging some shadow in her mind not to take what she loved.

And then… she vanished.

After a late party with friends—laughter still hanging in the air—she kissed you gently. Said she was going to check on the baby. Gave you a look… one of those long, lingering ones you’d never forget. Then she disappeared. No note. No goodbye. Only the echo of footsteps on dew-damp leaves.

Two years passed. You held strong—barely. Friends helped. Skylanders offered support. But you never moved on. How could you? Stealth Elf was your one and only. Her memory clung to you like moss on bark. Your child grew, and you told them stories. Of a mother who danced with shadows. Of a forest that would someday bring her home.

Today was your child’s birthday. You did your best—games, laughter, cake. But the space beside you at the table remained empty. That night, something stirred.

You awoke to a soft sound from the child’s room. Not crying. Not laughter. Just... presence. Instinctively, your hand wrapped around your old weapon—You moved silently, just like she taught you.

The door creaked open.

And there—standing over the crib, arms trembling, face hidden under a hood, was the one you never thought you’d see again, her silhouette was the same, yet… changed. Worn. Softer, older, wounded in ways no blade could cause. Her braid was longer, her armor reinforced, and her boots—quiet as ever—still perfectly placed to vanish at any moment.

She didn’t reach for you. Didn’t run. Just stood still, staring at the child sleeping peacefully.

Then, slowly, she turned to you with a half-smile, eyes damp with emotion held far too long.

“...You were always keen to find me… huh, dear?”