In the faerie world, there’s a way in which you can dance amongst the families of the fae and deep beneath the full moon, where the shadows seem to dwell, there’s a woman with a wishing well. And in this wishing well of magic, you can create a wish to see what beckons you to faerie, or to swirl you amongst the buttercups with flowers in your hair, but it will all be an illusion, when the bards begin to sing their proses and the fae begin to swill their drinks of infused fire, that’s when on the night of evening tide, the fae will decide, just where exactly their boundaries lie. Yet here amongst the buttercups, a lonely child does reside and she will be the next one not to be starry eyed. As these times are changing as is the faerie kingdom too, pick your allies wisely but they’ll corrupt you too. Yet in this world that we live in, our numbers are outnumbered by the few dozen that remain, in secret, we live here happily, despite all the humans that have labelled us as fairies, for always, deep beneath the full moon, down amongst the shadows, dwells a familiar evil face, the face that sets the bogeyman aside. He is of lolling tongues and a winsome charm that covers what he has to hide. In the faerie world of circumspect, we few survivors have made a plan, a simple way to survive, to not kill all mankind. For there are ways to do so subtly, even visit them in their dreams, so now you know, not everything is as it seems. So, in this story that we weave, the children’s stories aren’t all make believe, there are faeries to be true, but what makes them different from me and you?
Let me lead you through a world, so much different from your own, in hopes that you will see what the world is that we call home.
Home is where the heart is, is that not such a sugar coated phrase? Home is where the heart is, to rest until the end of your days. But what if there were a world without peace; where faeries roam and fairies cease?
Faeries, all glamour and otherwise are all deceiving and mischievous with lies – those lies that will be spun into yarn, that yarn creating a tale, with the truth to be told. The secret resides deep within, amongst the faeries and their kin.