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There was a time when, in a realm veiled from all of the worlds, the Seelie and Unseelie lived. Their world was a reflection of other worlds, rolling fields with the most beautiful meadows, rolling hills of green and skies that would inspire long hours of lounging and staring at them in wonder. Woods so deep and dense that the creatures who walked within could catch your eye with one step and walk back out of it in the next. Waters so crystal clear the reflections seen in them could put a mirror to shame. The Seelie and Unseelie called this home, the light and dark of the Fae lived together, both mischievous tricksters, neither really good or bad, but both. Like most worlds there were leaders who sat upon The Thrones of the High Court, making the laws of the land and making sure they were carried out. They fought against and with each other, they found love, raised families and lost them just as you may have. Creatures who were curious of the other worlds and what they held, we began to pass through the veil that kept us hidden to explore and to see what these other worlds had to offer.
You have heard fairy tales about the fantasy creatures that humans tell their children, bedtime stories to make them feel safe and sound as they fall into a deep nightly slumber. Tales of warning to keep naughty children from misbehaving or wandering off into places they shouldn't. What I am about to tell you isn't a story but more of a history. A history of a race that some of these stories are pulled from. Not the little fairy's who flitter about and pick up teeth that have fallen out, leaving money under a pillow, or a godmother who transforms silly little girls into beautiful women to find the man of their dreams. No these are about the lives of the Dark Fae, who have lived among you, who have bled and fought beside you in wars, sat at your tables, stayed in your homes. The ones who have slipped into and taken your dreams, your souls, and even disappeared in the night with those you hold most dear... A fairytale this is NOT. It is a cautionary tale at best, a warning that not all pretty things are nice and sweet. Sometimes the most beautiful of creatures can have an evil side too....... This is one of their histories!
In the deepest dark of the night, a light flutter of wings echo across the wind. Feet land softly on the open window sill. With the silence of a whisper, a shape moves across the room, looming over the bodies fast asleep in their bed. As dreams danced through their head, the slender fae leans down low, slipping into those dreams and feeds off the hopes, fear and delight of them. Leaving only the image of a fantasy in their memory, if they were lucky that is. Those who personally wronged one of these creatures or one of their family often found themselves crazy with fear at what was left in their minds. These weren't just sleeping dreams, but waking visions too. It's not always what goes bump in the night that can keep you looking over your shoulders. On this night, the dreams of this poor soul are just one of these cases. He was part of a plot to destroy one of the Dark Fae's high born lineage, to take very special triplets from not just a new mother, but a King and Queen of their Heirs.
These babies were not just taken from their parents, but separated from each other as well. All three with majicks that made them not only special, but together a very powerful threat. Daughters, one with hair the color of the flames she controlled. Fire, not just the element that answered her call, it coursed through her, matching the temper that could flare when provoked. The other a moon touched daughter of the Moon and Air. The wax and wane of the moons cycle affected not just the ever changing light and dark of her hair, but power with which she could manipulate the air around her. And finally the Son of the earth, green eyes that would rival the moors he was torn from, who was carried off and left with the Wolves... But that is better left as his story to tell you.
In the wars of old, we stepped through the mysts. First to watch, these strange mortals who lived by the springs, the moors, deep within the woods. Who hunted that which they fear, concurred that which was weaker or beneath them, and attacked that which they could not comprehend. Their pride, lust, fear and gluttony radiated with them and provided such a feast for the Fae that watched. As we glamored ourselves to fit in, to get close and blend with the mortals feeding on all of these things, stealing away those who wandered off on their own. Snatching the meek and mild out of their beds, until the mortals began to leave offerings of children in the crook of a tree, to stay the fae and hope for mercy. Passing between the realms of mortals and immortals, other creatures of the night became friends, allies and even enemies. Vampire, therianthrope, dragon, shapeshifters and so many more who would think the fae to be mischievous tricksters would also come to learn that our fangs, claws and weapons could take their lives just as easily as ours were lost. That a meek little fluttering fairy we are not, nor are just beautiful beings who would dance within the dream. The hunger for blood and revenge is not specific to a single race, but shared by all.
As the blood drips from fang and claw, as wings flutter lifting, carrying the lifeless body into the air, as swirls of wind and fire consume the flesh and bone turning it to ash. Majiks of earth and water, fire and wind, sun and moon, pulse within the dark fae. Blood mixed with other creatures of the night, with mortals, creating new majicks and power. An ever growing race, we are. Behind and Beyond the Mysts. In shadow and light, waiting, watching, and emerging within all of the worlds.
Remember when you set out your milk and honey, when you warn your children to stay away from the faery hills, and leave your offerings deep within the the tree trunks of the dense wood, that none of this is a guarantee to keep you safe, nor that it will protect or even ward off the dark fae, your dreams feed us and we are forever walking in and out of them....
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