Sword of Love, Sword of Hate

A tall slender faerie draped all in black and deep purples stood on the edge of a battle field. Her sword was in hand her hate filled her eyes. She was in possession now of a wonderful tool. Despite all of the warnings Donella took up the Sword of Hate.

Across the way shedding tears was Nissa. Docile, calm, and all in white the faerie ran from hell. She could not understand why it was her but she knew it in her heart. That only good could stop and evil blade. And so from her dress she drew the Sword of Love and took arms against the hate.