Author’s Note: I wrote this story a while ago and have edited it for showing. The Council of the Twelve Elders

If the four lands had any chance to unite, it rested in Brae. Only she could unite the four peoples man, elf, dwarf and gnome.

Brae was the last of the faerie, the magical people of the west. Only she could lead the world to freedom against Vlair, the man-turned-demon who had destroyed her home and her race.

This is what the people believed. Only their faith in Brae kept them alive and together.

When Brae approached the Council of Twelve she was laughed at. They didn’t need her, things weren’t that bad. So as Brae and her followers began the greatest battle yet in their war against Vlair, the battle that would decide the fate of the world, the Council, gathered from the four corners of the wind, watched on in silence. And only when Brae and all with her had fallen before the hand of the Dark Lord, only then did they begin to panic.