I stood in the back of the crowd, watching as the elf king walked towards the pulpit where the human queen already stood in all the grandness of the twelve regions. She stood, her head held high, her long white hair from years of war flowing freely in the gentle breeze. Her dress was made of golden silk with details of white flowers patterned onto the fabric. She represented the best the human kind had to offer, a willingness to bow and say that this centuries long war would be put to an end.
The elf king dipped his head in return, he was wearing long royal blue robes, his short brown hair pushed back as he straightened again. Setting his quill in the ink first he signed his name followed shortly by our queen.
They shook hands and the crowd cheered. The war was over.
Hope this isn't too long, and hope you like my writing. Just whipped this up. ^-^
1A) Creditable because it's a magazine.
1B) Not creditable because it's online.
<span>One of the most prolific writers of Puritan America was </span>Cotton Mather
