And so the lands were forever torn apart by the actions of humans.

With war brewing and centuries of wrongdoings and prejudice between Xadia and the human kingdoms seemed without end. Then something happened. Some tell a darker version of it involving a female warrior being taken advantage of by a stronger, more powerful elf, but in reality, to them at least, the truth is even stranger.

Twenty years before the dragon king had been slaughtered, the heir to the Moonshadow elven throne, Prince Draven, found a human soldier unconscious and badly burned yet still breathing near the border of Xadia. Despite that this would not be the first nor last life he'd taken, despite the years training day and night to fight as an assassin and a king, he couldn't find it within him to kill this one, especially one so defenseless who had yet to do anything to him.

And so he took pity on her and snuck her into his home and ensured her return to health while keeping her presence secret, with the knowledge only known to one young mage, although in exchange for that discretion, he would choose her to be his future queen in the years to come. Yet even after the warrior was well enough to leave, she stayed far longer than she should have because she and the prince had fallen in love.

Neither had been what the other had expected, and that perhaps would be the reason behind their more lenient treatment of the other's kind compared to their own people after their departure and in future years. They both knew it wouldn't - couldn't last and that they had their own responsibilities and duties, which meant it was time for the soldier to return to her realm. After all, remaining in Xadia was dangerous, and even staying the months she did was pushing it.

Between them, a son had been born of elven and human blood, the first since the divide of the lands. This especially put the soldier at risk not only in Xadia but in the human kingdoms since Prince Draven, soon to be King was a powerful and important figure in Xadia and she'd spent months carrying the greatest bargaining chip to his enemies. Still, both agreed it was safer for her to take their son back to the human realms than remain with Draven out of love or a sense of duty. With the stakes high if any find out about their affair, the prince only had time to hold his son after he was born and name him before he had his mage and future bride transport his love outside the borders.

Draven had named him Rhun.

As the boy grew older, a prophecy was told that he would one day make a choice crucial to whether or not there will be one final war of all wars. And of which land would loose yet another king. Many have misinterpreted this telling, thinking that Rhun, the firstborn of King Draven, and the boy born of human and elven blood, must choose which of his heritage to side with and fight for. But his choice is neither. His choice is not for war, but for peace.