The war had been going on longer than the two elves had ever expected it to. After Freyr left, the conflict had only gotten worse, with the Light Elves having claimed a temporary victory over the Light of Alfheim, believing they should amplify themselves with this power and it should be preserved.

Aelsa, a light elf, had fallen in love with a dark elf, called Faron, the two having sequestered away from the war, to live in a hideaway. Aelsa missed her home, and wasn't the biggest fan of dark places, even if Faron was use to it. She was reading through some old Vanir tomes which they had recieved from Vanaheim, looking over at Faron.

"Do you think we'll ever be able to return home?" Aelsa spoked softly and with an almost innocent tone to her voice. You were both young, having not seen the full extent of the war.