Tir Nan Og, the Land of the Ever-Young is often compared to Atlantis.
It is said to be the land of eternal youth and springtime, where peace
and happiness reign throughout, yet only with the blessings of the fey may one
enter this magickal realm. And who are the fey? The Irish call them
Tuatha de Danann or the Sidhe (shee), the children of the Goddess Danu. Fairy. Faery.
Fey. Protected by her powerful magick, they safely dwell on the enchanted faery isle.
To the Irish, they represent joy, laughter, and love. And on the occasion when
they chance to slip away from their mystical home and deign to join the
humans, they represent all that is magickal.

The Celtic goddess, matriarch of the Tuatha Dé Danann ("People of the goddess Danu").
Danu, also known as Brigit, is the mother of various Irish gods, such as
the Dagda, Ogma, Lir, Dian Cecht, Lugh and many others. She bequeathed Tir Nan Og
to her people so they could live there safely under her protection.

The High King of the Tuatha de Danann is Fin Bheara. He dwells in the
faery mound of Knockma and is also known as the King of the Dead.
Boasting a magnificent stable of ebony horses and attired all in black, he leads the
Hunt. But to the human: Beware! To feast at his table is to be trapped
forever in his enchanted faery realm.

The Lhiannon Sidhe or Faery Lover is a dangerous enchantress. She is found near streams
and wells. Irresistably lovely, she weaves a spell around her mortal lover, binding him to
her forever. Once her attention wanes, she flies away, leaving her lover unable to touch
another woman.

The Merrows are Irish faerie mermaids.See faery tale here. These gentle creatures are a dreaded sight at sea,
for they often foretell the onslaught of great storms. Beautiful, yet knowledgable in the art
of healing, they can cure most any illness and often do for human children. On
land, they appear in the shape of a beautiful woman, wearing caps with long, red
feathers. If the cap is lost or stolen, they cannot return to the sea and
will pine away for their now forbidden homes. The male merrows, although good-natured, are
unusually ugly, with pig noses and beady eyes.

The cry of the Bean Sidhe calls the Prince of Death. If you hear her
mournful wail, prepare to meet your Maker, for Death is upon you. She may appear
to you in many forms, or so it has been said: a young unmarried woman,
one who has died in childbirth, an old woman near a stream...

The Fir Darrig, which means "Red Man" is a practical joker. Some say he
was once human, but no longer. Old and wrinkled, he loves to show up on
your doorstep in the dead of night, but you dare not refuse him entrance. Woe
to the human who does. Pampered and fed, he can be generous with his gold,
but be wary if he offers you a wish. With his bizarre sense of humor,
you may get more than you ask for.

The Leprecaun got his name from the Gaelic words "leith bhrogan", the "one-shoe-maker",
because he is generally seen working on one shoe at a time. A loner by
nature, he knows where the earth hides its' treasures, yet will rarely give them up.
Watch out for this little guy; he's mischievious and sly. He'll slip away from
you in the blink of an eye.

The Phooka is a mischievous spirit that usually appears in the form of a
horse or animal. Black in color, he waits on lonely roads, challenging humans to
ride him. Once on, the human is in for the ride of his life,
rushing headlong through the dark woods and brambles. Then suddenly, the phooka stops, throwing
the unsuspecting rider over his head. And then, away he gallops, chuckling at his
foolish victim.

The Glaistig is a water spirit, always living near rivers, streams, or falls. She
has numerous forms. At times, she is like the Bean Sidhe, mourning the death
of humans. At others, she is a murderous seductress, preying on unsuspecting males who
venture nearby. Vampire-like, she drains the energy from her
human lover, and leaves him wan and lifeless on the shore of her enchanted
woodland stream. Normally, though, her nature is basically benign, and she is very fond
of children, pregnant women, and the elderly.

The Roanes or Seal people, are the gentlest of all the fey folk. Not
evil enough for Hell nor pure enough for Heaven, these once human creatures
have been banished to the loneliness of the sea. The Roanes have a natural
human form, and live underwater or on deserted skerries, wearing seal-skins which enable
them to pass through the waters from one region to another. Both male and
female Roanes are hauntingly beautiful with dark, liquid eyes and a sensual grace that never
fails to catch the eye of amorous humans. Their desire for the sea though is
overwhelming, so they rarely remain with their human lovers.