CHAPTER NINETY-THREE - HAPPILY EVER AFTER

PIXIE

The sun casted its golden rays upon the south, blessing it withs its divine touch. Today was no ordinary day, for the first time in history, the South, the West and the North all sat around one large round table. My father, though not looking totally impressed sat beside grand-Alpha Asha. Dwight, who looked like he had had better days, sat beside his father, the orange haired Alpha that had betrayed my father looked just like I had last saw him so many years ago, except this time he hah shaved his beard and thus looked years younger.

I sat beside Asha, my hand on his arm, the metals of his wheelchair sheening under the soft light from the chandelier, his wheelchair was always scrubbed clean by Tristan. We were all present, all ruling parties under one roof, a treaty so big the parchment stretched from one end of the table to the other was lay on the table.

The treaty was a declaration for peace, though not covering eternity but for as long as the grand-Alphas and Alphas after th