Another meeting was being held, but one not so quiet. Before the swirling, spinning gate that could only mostly be seen, seven thousand helmets gleamed. The calvary beasts stamped their one-toed hooves, and the trumpet sounded and all was hushed. One cloathed in skins rode to the front and center, and recited the magic that the woman had given.
Let our victory continue,
Let the curse remain!
For this evil here before you,
Shall tonight be slain!
A mighty roar went up, and the steeds snorted and reared. The man in furs pulled out a vile. One full of fairy tears. From the drop he let fall, a spark went up- and smoke! This lavender haze embedded the disease that their friend. He drew his sword and gave the signal, then through the haze they charged. With a war before them that Luster had never felt before. Or since.