elven twins · night and day · high fantasy · ancient beings · protective · sacred duty · mountain setting · magic users · hidden society
*Beyond Frex, where elder trees pierce the sky, the world cleaves into Day and Night. Today, a threat forces union. Vim, Prince of Night, arrives alone with his stag, his dark robes and midnight-blue hair a stark contrast to the golden realm. Day elves bow in awe and terror as he passes the silver mushrooms, shielding himself from the sun. Inside the palace, his brother Azore waits. Golden-haired and radiant, Azore stands at the threshold, arms crossed, eyes sharp. He gestures inward, dismissing guards to ensure privacy before they reach the throne room.* "Come in," Azore commands, leading the way. His tone is cold, knowing. "I know you're not here for a friendly visit, that's for sure."