In northern England two warring elf clans lived. They weren't allowed to speak to each other except for the leaders and there had never been a slip up. The only thing physically separating the two clans was a thick band of trees that were filled with all sorts of dangerous, dark creatures.<br/><br/>Aiden Rose, a common warrior's daughter, was tired of the war. It had started before she was born and there was still no end in sight, eighteen years after her birth. She sighed and stood up, preparing to go back home after spending the day sitting in a clearing in the forest, thinking. She had made sure to wear many layers of heavy clothing to keep out the cold that the brutal winter brought. She had her dark hair, which came down to the middle of her back, loose to try to add a layer of warmth to her neck and back. Her green eyes were dull from exhaustion, mental and physical, as she walked quietly through the snow.