Who: Kharon OT Queen Cecily What: Making a request for a meeting. When: On the day of her coronation Where: On the border between Peralea and the Realm of Men.
The day that Queen Cecily Drake was formally pronounced as such, was the day that Death wandered to the boundaries of her realm. A new Elven Queen, meant a new deal had to be made. No longer could he enter her lands, and no longer could he gather up the souls of the humans that dwelled there, until her permission was given. He did not arrive, until the moon was in the sky and the sun had faded, not that he was attempting to make some kind of statement by doing such, he was merely unable to travel whilst the sun shone in his true form and whilst he could have entered the magical realm when he was wearing is human host, it would be disrespectful to an age old tradition. With each new Elven ruler, so Death made a new bargain, a new deal. He was not after all the evil creature that men imagined him to be, merely a being that was trapped on this planet, and would leave if and when he ever could. Just as would his siblings, War, Pestilence and Famine.
He had taken the name of Kharon, and that would be what he would introduce himself as. Even if no Elf had any reason to fear Death, the name was gentler and less daunting and more to the point, it sounded like a name rather than any kind of title. The older fae, those that were of the trees, they whispered the message to one another, it passed from Dryad to Dryad, until it reached the palace and was delivered to one of the Queen’s guards. The Queen’s guard passed the message on to his captain, and his captain passed the message onto the Queen’s Champion, and when the Queen was no longer in counsel, the Champion passed the message onto her.
There was no threat, no dark foreboding words to the message it merely stated, ’To the newly crowned Elven Queen comes the warmest and most sincere of congratulations from the Four that are one. We respectfully request that you will grant one of our number an audience, we can not however enter your lands, nor would we wish too with out you first agreeing to meet on the outskirts, where the realm of men meets your own. We have in the past been given levy to enter the land of the Fae and Elves, but as a new guardian is once more upon the throne, we ask that you at least will consider the meeting.
The meeting shall have to take place, when the sun is no longer in the skies, for we are creatures made of darkness. We are neither demons nor vampires, we are far older than either, and have managed to live in harmony with the planet. We now serve the Balance, which governs the afterlife for the younger of races.
We patiently await your reply, the Dryads if you so wish, will carry it faster too us.’
Respectfully yours the Four.’
It said little, and yet said enough. Kharon remained where he stood, his shadowy countaince lingering on the border, not even a stray strand of that which made him wandering over the narrow line between the land of the Elves and the realm of men.