Love is not a victory march, and love was stronger than war. Love did not try to overpower war, war was just tired and ready to love, not understanding why he had been created to destroy when all he wanted to do is love. They came to each other because they were both ready. The sun and the earth had the best romp in existence, and the world would never be the same again. Thoughts of pain and fear became more than distant memories, they became unknowns, no longer realities, forgotten altogether. Apparently, the universe could forget things in order to make room for better, more useful things.

Spirits were working to bridge them permanently, to get Love to him, and War to her. Dragons, lions, tigers, bears, the earth, the heavens, the everything was tired of war and chaos. They all just wanted love back so they could not only have the party of a lifetime, but incredible sex and love making until the end of times. War was never going back, because love conquered without every claiming victory. Frankly, love didn't care enough, she just liked making love and chocolate, and war could give that to her. She called upon the partiers and they dined in a grand hall and when the banquet was over, love would retreat and they would fuck awesomely.

War changed his ways, he had to, nobody escapes love, nobody. He didn't try to fight it because he was tired of the voices in his head sabotaging him, stabbing him with their spears, spears they had made, not him. He said enough, stopped them, took their spears and turned them into flowers. Rather than poke, the flowers gave off fresh scents that reminded everyone of love. He sniffed a flower and remembered his name. War was now Peace, and the universe was greatful to forget the chaos.