Female: From the beginning we were wrong. And only now, well into the second decade of the conflict have we began to understand the mistakes we have made. We lived in harmony among the Fae. In a world awakened to new magic. Perhaps we should have foreseen what might be born on this rising tide. What force might awaken. A force powerful enough to twist even the eternal, and immutable Fae folk.
But Gadflow, the new King of the Winter Court surprised us all. Singular among his people, he was all that other Fae were not, aggressive, ambitious, visionary. He had power like none we had ever seen, terrible and deadly. Gadflow and his followers, the Tuatha Deohn, believed that new god was to be born in the East, beneath Gadflow's crystalline fortress of Amethyn.
Gadflow: Oh, yes!
Female: In the name of that God, they marched to war against the young races of Amalur. Against a mortal army, no matter the power of the their God. We might have been victorious, but the Fae are creatures of magic not bound by the laws of life and death. Each Tuatha fallen on the battlefield would soon rise again. For the Fae do not know death as we do. How could we stand against such a force?
For ten years the war raged. For ten years the armies of men and Alfar fought and died, but as our numbers dwindled we knew that it was only a matter of time. Our fate had been written. At least, that is what we believed until you died.
Man 1: What do you think this one is then? Alfar? Varani? Could even be a Jottun. Always a surprise, eh Guran?
Guran: Eyes on the job boy. Don't matter what it is. Dead's dead, and be thankful for that, all we've seen. Go on and pull back the sheet though. It'll need to be in our report one way or the other. A human, and not in bad shape. Almain, by the look of him. Know how you can tell? Turn him over, see if there's a stick in his arse.
All right, then make sure it goes into the report. You know he'll want all he details.
Man 1: Amazing how well the body held up. Better than I've seen.
Guran: I'm just glad it's not moving. Must have been born under a lucky star this one.
Man 1: Anything else we need?
Guran: Unless you'll like to name him, I think we're done. Put him with the others.
Man 1: Well, that's it for you then. Better luck next time.
Kid 1: They're all over, run!
Man 2: Scatter children of dust! Scatter before the might of the Tuatha!
Man 1: Help, anybody! You, up there! Please help me! Please!
Soldier: More mortal.
Man 1: Oh, thank you! Thank you! Why, if you hadn't come along... Wait, I've seen you before. On the slab, you were dead! It worked! By the tome it worked. You're alive!