The Great War of the Fairies

Four thousand years ago man and fairies, elf’s, sprites, pixies, and the rest of the magic realm lived in harmony with together. Until man found the secret metal that would kill fairy and magic folk forever and so man pulled bronze from the ground and created a sword letting it turn green over time. It was the green metal that was most deadly to the Fairy and magic folk.

Why did man want to disrupt the communion that had lasted over millennium? It was the time of the great forgetting, a time when peoples where beginning to change and seem to be in walking sleep. These people had begun to stop dreaming and believing in the imagination. They were unhappy by nature, weak to influences of the ether of the soul takers the great pretenders who would in habit the bodies of men and women. The great pretenders would do unmentionable things for fun, then leave quickly and go to another and another piggy backing souls without ever having consequence.

The great pretenders where always their within the non-ordinary reality/the dream time but could be dealt with quickly and stop because the Fairy and magic folk new the spells to keep them restrained. Then came a time when the spells no longer worked, it was prophesied by the “BrotherHood of the White Shoaled Women.” This is what would happen: The realm had told the Fairy and magic folk long before that this would occur, and they called it the “Age of the Walking Dead.” They went further to say that any sort of magic would be sot out, stamped out, burned and buried. It would be like a plaque that would cover the world. The Black Robes, the great pretenders would fall from the sky to in habit those who forgotten the dream and then they would carry these souls to the valley of death with the glow of the green sword.

After the metal had turn green the great pretenders called to arms and raise an army of the walking dead against the Fairy and magic folk.  And they met in a valley to create death between humanity and magic which where one in the same. The green swords glowed in the morning light and blood flowed filling the valley floor. Bodies and bodies of little people fell that day as the great pretenders marched into the very spirit of all knowing. The great pretenders where sent from the network of creation but the little people new little of the war between the gods, they just fought for there lives for there right to be a part of many things.

Those of the Fairy realm who where still standing that day wept at the sit of there brethren on the valley floor and they step back into the ether away, away from the sight of all men forever until today. They changed and shifted aided by the animals and trees which they new best, escaped unfound becoming the hunted.  Scattered to the four corners of the globe they fled not daring to meet in the open, or in groups of more than three and they waited for the second prophesy by the realm of the “Brotherhood of the White Shawled Women”; The little ones would come with great magic and begin to light a fire, to light the fire of hope, not one but two to three of hundreds, not big but small. And the Fairies and the magic folk waited forever and until today, forever until today and now they come out from the ether for the time of great change. Now they come from the shadows of the forest to help the dreamers dream to dance a new way. The dance of fire beginnings under smoldering ground, impossible to see but its there, oh yes its there and soon hope will thunder the sky with flight of fire with infectious knowing, it the time for the golden age…that is what they say, that is what they say. You can here them whisper it in the forests.

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