An Old War On New Seas

Written by Gasog

A cold wind whipped up the newly scarred cliffs. Two Púca in their horse forms stood at the crest. Silhouettes, but for their luminescent golden eyes.
The same eyes trailed after great wooden warships leaving a nearby port. Humans, what was it that they saw in the East? All the púca could see was an old war on new seas. That, could only mean trouble.
They had all witnessed the lengths the world was willing to go to stop this war. Yet somehow they still think it's worth it. The Púca Council thought they would finally see sense after the 'incident' , how wrong they were.
It seemed foolish to call such an event a mere incident. When lava tears through a continent and sea water cascades into the chasam, a word so trivial as 'incident' doesn't begin to describe the impact. A few scholars were starting to dub it The Great Divide. Fitting, but unfortunately unimaginative.
As warship after warship passed by, the two púca knew the humans couldn't be left unsupervised. The history archives didn't need another so called Divide, the humans would surely cause one.
The two púca looked at each other. Sorrow staining the dreams of what could have been. Peace, mischief, and maybe something more than friendship. The wind whistled past and the waves crashed against scorched earth below. Gently, they pressed their heads together.
The taller of the two pulled away. Unable to bear another glance they turned and galloped into the tree line. Leaving their partner alone on the cliff's edge.
The remaining púca snorted and backed away from the precipice.
Their whiney reaching the galloping púca's ears. A fresh tear joined the sea spray, as the horse leapt from the cliff. An ear splitting shriek rising from within what was now a dark feathered eagle.
The púca beat it's wings and soared after the warships. At every beat a bit more strength reached the púca's muscles, and curling ram horns of pure magic grew from the eagle's head. It took a moment for the púca to realise, but when they did, they didn't feel so alone watching over the humans they had grown to care for.

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What is a Púca?
What was The Great Divide?