ExileTired and beaten for miles they filedThe traitorous fae were henceforth exiledTheir magic was stripped their weapons on racksTheir beautiful wings were torn from their backsThe people watched on not one word was saidTheir fate was sealed they had made their bed

Malachi silent, though anger still burnedHe followed his men no lesson he'd learnedBefore the portal Malachi stood tallHe turned to the king and swore they'd all fall