Realm
Of Magic
Long ago, before the time of
Men, a section of the World belonged to the Faeries and
Elves. Each race lived peacefully together amoung the
tranquil seas of grasslands. Every new day was something
to bubble over, and it would always begin with the
Greeting Faery, running up and down the streets, throwing
a powdery dust amoung all the homes, awaking all to
another day.
The
sun too shone bright, yet gentle, casting down it's soft
rays of gold amoung the roof tops of the wooden homes.
When the sun would retire at the end of an old day, its
friend the moon would scramble up into the sky, it's
silver beams dancing in the streets.
Amoung
the laughter and joy, their lived one faery who seemed to
shine brighter then all. Her name was Columbine Willoweb.
Her
hair was the color of the last rays of the sun at dusk,
and her eyes as pure and green as the evergreen trees
that dotted her yard. As for her heart, she was very
kind, and always wanted to help others before helping
herself. But, sadly not many of the faeries liked her.
She was very small for her age ( 15) and the clothing she
wore was not very fancy and full of colors like the other
faeries. Her wings to were crumpled and wrinkled, her
shoes scuffed and dirty. But this didnt bother her one
bit for her friends in the wood such as the Griffon and a
unicorn pushed these facts aside and looked at what was
inside.
One
day though, the land of the Fae changed. Unlike the
usually cheery sun that rose every moring, it seemed to
sleep in behind a sheet of clouds. As the faeries
gathered togethor, confusion seemed to fill the minds of
all. From a distance, just at the point were the land
meets the sky, riders on horses could be seen.
As
they approached, it because known this was the race of
Men. Bustling about, the Fae scurried into their homes,
till only their leader, Queen of the Fae, stood tall and
beatiful before the gates of their towns.
Dismounting
from a horse, a man clad in steel armor landed on the
soft grass. He looked glorious and brave, grand and
elegant, his sword made of the beams of the moon.
"
Greetings M'lady. I am the Knight of the Sky. My men and
I have travled a great distance to speak with you."
"
Greetings to you as well. A great distance has been
travled to see me is it? Well then, present yourself
before me with the words that you bring."
"As
you wish. I have but come here with the race of Men to
claim these lands our own. We ask that you move West were
you can continue to be as you were once here."
And
so with not much of a choice, the Elves, Faeries, and the
mythical creatures all moved West. For many a year they
lived peacefully, till once more, the Knight of the Sky
asked for them to move further West.
Palantholwen
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