Shade of bygone screams, Smite thy secret schemes. Sway ye watchful trees of Ancient, Wily roots bleed thee benevolent. Whilst crimson drips thy crime, ‘Tis sought by thee divine. Age bends thee Archive’s time, Devoted guardians, pry, deny. Yay oh, an old, vengeful Fae titters, contented. When the Fae steal my daughter from our realm, I am not a happy man. The woodland sprite, Mamue, shouldn't have taken her. She shouldn't have tested me. Rest assured, she'll find out exactly what I am capable of. But I need allies. Heading into Fairy alone is impossible. So I'll do what I need to. I'll beg. I'll lie. I'll threaten and cheat. And I'll bring my daughter and her soul mate home. I just need to get to Fairy first... My name is King Traevon Towers, King of Elves. I am not a nice man. I do the ugly work to get the job done. Don't be fooled by my polite disposition. I have fangs, and I will bite.