The event that touched off the 2nd War of Light and Dark, a curious dryad stumbles into the Sun Kings Royal Gardens...
"Her eyes slowly but gleefully scanned across the array of colours and shapes that was seemingly reached as far as her glowing ice blue eyes could see. After a brief but mostly respectful stroll though those almost alien but delightful objects she came to the nearly fully blooming rose--although she did not of course know this name, she stopped upon that rose and somehow sputters out: 'oooh Pretttyyyy ....umm... red *booms*' Even though she somehow deep down knows she shouldn't, she slowly and daftly reaches out an arm, then a hand, then a finger of which just stops inches short of the largest of the "red booms" then what to an observer who might have expected to be a slow cautious probe of her thin index finger which was crowned in a slowly evolving haze of fate blue light, which darts out and stabs into the majestic flower and just as the pedals are still resounding from the poke...a slow haze expands and then consumes the rose as the haze thickens until it builds layer after layer of.... ice crystals... the rose is slowly consumed in the death embrace of the ice and cold... but.. not just this lone but proud rose but....all of them... row after row after.... row....
As she watched the roses shatter row by row she had only one thought...RUN!!!
'Oh my oh my ohmyo the Queen is not going to be happy with Tekkrika...no no she will not...oh my'
As the roses melted into the ground as the light of the day consumed the veranda ... the Sun King steps out to bask in it's, his glory and gush over his prize roses .... which after a short stroll which ends into not a sea of red pedals and thorns but instead to ... to ... water and melting ice.... ? Amid this visual pandemonium of he can make out the last bit of a once proud and wide red pedal that is poking out of a still lingering cluster of ice.... what started amid the sensory of his eyes as they try to reason with his perfect brain ends up deep deep down among the deepest of his innards ... but slowly rolls into sound that expands.... and expands.. and expands.... into a deep shattering roar.... WHOOOO HASSSS BEEN INNNNN MY GARDENSSS!!!!!!!!!
Somewhere in the distance as the Bursting bellow rolls nosiely across the late morn... a lone Winter dryad moves thru the late mid morn unto a distant horizon, a distant dusk ...and knows ... she has somehow done wrong... 'ohmy ohmy.. she mutters on... as the shadow of her tresspass, of her transgression... stalks behind her'
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