The Tragic End of the Last Fae Queen

Queen Elowen Starwing
Sovereign of the Eternal Glade

Once the beloved ruler of the Fae courts of Amia, Queen Elowen Starwing was grace and power incarnate, golden armor gleaming like captured sunlight, silver wings carrying her through the ancient forests she swore to protect.

Now, she flies for her life, the last free queen of a dying people.

The Beast’s Feast

The ancient woods of Sylvandar echoed with the thunder of wings far too large for any natural creature.
Queen Elowen Starwing flew desperately between the towering trees, golden armor flashing in the filtered light, her silver wings beating frantically. Behind her came the horror  a monstrous chimeric beast of blue-white feathers and jagged teeth, its roar shaking leaves from the branches.
It had already devoured three of her royal guard and half her court.

She glanced back, eyes wide with terror and defiance.

Her hand gripped her slender blade tighter.

“Not today, monster,” she whispered.

But the beast was faster.

It lunged.

Jaws wider than a chariot snapped shut around the fae queen mid-flight. Golden armor crumpled like paper. Silver wings folded and tore.
A single, muffled scream was cut short as the creature’s maw closed with wet, sickening finality.

The last Queen of the Fae was gone.

Only the echo of cracking armor and the satisfied growl of the beast remained in the silent forest.

In Amia, even queens are just meat in the end.