#fairyverse lore

[fairy-verse]

Harvest

I feel like I can go on, and on, and on with music when it comes to Fairyverse, but one thing I MUST mention is the connection between Lumin, Mimble, and the music Harvest by ASKII. These are the three reasons for why Fairyverse exists.

Lumin is the main reason for why I wanted to create this AU. He was supposed to just be an OC I would use for commissions, but after his creation I fell so deeply in love with his design that I wanted more (this love is all thanks to Dii’s brilliant, wonderful, and lovely artistic skills) fairies! I decided I wanted a lover for Lumin, so I came up with Mimble, and Dii delivered on her design too! I, once again, fell more in love with them both now, and I decided I needed to come up with a story for them.

Cue me looking for music to use as background noise and inspiration… and I found Harvest by ASKII. I would honestly classify it as the musical theme for the entirety of Fairyverse. All the main ideas for the island and the firstborn came from me listening to this track on repeat. It is then also very fitting that the two instruments I love the most in this track represents the two fairies that helped create this AU.

The flute for Lumin, and the harp for Mimble.

Top Artwork by @bones-on-skin Bottom Artwork by @lunnar-chan

[fairy-verse]

Trust

“It’s not really that—Ouch!”

“Sorry! I just—ugh! Why did you pursue those trolls? Idiot! You’re going to get yourself killed if you do reckless things like that,” grumbled Dream as he carefully healed the tear in Cross’s wing. It wasn’t too bad, just a clean tear, but it had been enough for Cross to nearly not make it back home to the valley. Seeing him struggle to fly… it’d made Dream’s soul squeeze uncomfortably.

“I know, I just…” Cross looked down at the grass. It was so lush and green, and the sun hung low and wasn't as blisteringly warm anymore. It was pleasant. “I just didn’t want a repeat of that day… That tragedy in the valley.”

Dream paused, his fingers tenderly cradling a fuzzy wing.

“Nothing like that will happen again. I… I wasn’t aware of the risk the trolls could pose. I didn’t think they…” Dream shut his sockets and took a breath. He resumed healing. “I didn’t think they’d come raiding in such large hordes. All the fairies they took… the little summer faerlings…” He frowned, sockets stinging. “Only a handful made it back. I couldn’t save them all. By the time I found them they’d been…”

“Dream—”

“No, sit still, I need to—I need to heal this.” Dream took another deep breath. “I will ask Error for more knights. I know there are still many in training, but…” he sighed, “the trolls are a problem. They’re getting too close to the valley; too brave.”

“… You should let Pap—”

“No, he’s… he’s endured enough.”

“Dream, he wants to be a knight.”

“I know, I know. I just…” Dream sighed. “Cross, he was just a few days old when the trolls took him from his home. He’s not a summer fairy but I—I feel responsible for him. I allowed him to stay in the valley because Sans—” He swallowed. “He lost everything. He was just a faerling himself, but he took Papyrus beneath his wing without much thought, and he begged me to allow him to stay." Dream hung his head. "Sans begged me to let Papyrus be a part of us, to let him have his own tiara ceremony, to let him live with us in the valley. What kind of cruel firstborn will I be if I allow him to become a knight just so he may be killed by—”

“He’s not weak, Dream. He’s strong, you’ve seen it yourself.” Cross turned and gently pulled his wing out of Dream’s hands. The tear was just a faint scar now. It would fade. “Sans wouldn’t have encouraged him if he didn’t believe he could protect himself.”

“I can’t lose any more of my fairies!”

Cross jumped at the outburst, though the shock didn’t last before he shifted forward towards the firstborn, unsure if Dream wanted true comfort or not. He’d begun to weep; golden tears trickling down pale cheeks.

“I don’t care that he’s just a regular fairy. Papyrus is a part of the valley. He’s Sans’s younger brother. He—He’s strong b-but I’m so afraid he’ll be killed. A-and if he dies, then Sans will surely—”

“Error allowed Edge to join the knights in training last autumn.”

Dream paused, his breath hitching as he looked up at Cross. The tears hadn’t halted, but his erratic fears came to an abrupt freeze as he stared back at his mate. Cross’s eyelights were kind, but they held clear determination.

“You saved him too, remember? Him, Sans, Papyrus, and Red; all just faerlings of various young ages. You saved them and Error took Red back to the mountains along with Edge.” Cross positioned himself onto his knees, and carefully, he reached out and took Dream’s hands. “Whenever I went back to visit, I would check up on them. The other winter fairies took care of them whenever they could, but Red rarely left his lantern nest for the first few months after the tragedy. However, I would often see Edge attempt to leave. I’d hear him scream and cry about needing to become strong. He shed so many tears when Red pulled him back, but… then he’d clutch onto him and say that he had to become strong so he could protect other fairies from being killed; including his new brother.”

Dream listened, his eyelights full of focus. Tenderly, Cross raised a hand to wipe away the tears. None replaced them.

“Each time I returned they’d be older, until one day I came back, and not just Red, but Edge too had his own tiara.” Here, Cross smiled a little. “Error may be known as the Ice Queen, or the Winter King, but deep below the permafrost there is warmth, and he, just like you did with Papyrus, accepted Edge to be one of his winter fairies.” He clutched Dream’s cheek with a hand, and his eyelights sharpened. “And he honours Edge's wish to learn; to train into Knighthood. He, just like Papyrus, wants to protect others so that tragedies like that of the valley may never happen again.”

Here, Dream took small but quick successions of breaths. His head lowered, but he held eye-contact.

“I know you’re afraid, Dream. I know you believe yourself to be at fault for what happened but trust me when I tell you that that isn’t the case, and that your fairies can be as strong as any other season fairy. Many may not wish to become Knights, but now you have one that deeply wishes to protect his family, this valley; his brother.” His other hand squeezed one of Dream’s, and he gave a small smile as he felt the action reciprocated. “So let him. Let him become one of the best Knights this valley has ever seen, and trust me, you’ll feel so proud you’ll blind everyone with your light.”

Dream gave a weak chuckle before he finally looked away, sockets soon closing as he sniffled. It took a few moments of silence, but in not too long a time, he raised his head and returned a gentle look towards Cross; pride threatening to spill.

“I sometimes forget you have a part of my summer within you, Cross,” he said, leaning to kiss the palm of the hand that cradled his cheek. “The light shines brightly within you, and…” He took a breath. “It does so within Papyrus as well.”

Cross leaned closer.

“Will you let him travel to the mountains?”

“… I will,” said Dream, shoulders and wings lowering with defeat. “I must trust him; believe in him. I… I can’t shelter my fairies forever. It will just lead to another tragedy. It will just—”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Dream shook his head and chuckled softly.

“I know, so you’ve said, but that wasn’t what I wanted to say.”

Cross flushed a little but inhaled and leaned back, waiting. Dream hummed in appreciation.

“I will just have to accept that my fairies are not helpless. They may not possess the divinity of Sol within their Souls like I do, but the fire of passion and courage burns within them, and they’ll want to prove that they can wield it in battle.” Dream straightened, his confidence returning. “You’re right, Cross. I must be as courageous as my summer fairies, and as trusting as Error to believe that they will prevail against any obstacle. If not, then… then I will be the one who keeps them from reaching their full potential.”

Cross smiled.

“It’s okay to fear for them, too. You love them, just like you…” Cross blushed.

“Just like I love you,” said Dream, finishing Cross’s sentence with a soft laugh. “You’re right. I may fear for your life when you patrol the border into the valley on your own, but since you’re half winter, I’ve always just assumed that… that you were much stronger than my own summer fairies.” He shook his head. “That was wrong of me. I need more faith in my own fairies, and so, I will allow Papyrus to travel to the mountains tomorrow.”

Cross gave a soft nod.

“And… if any true summer fairy were to ask the same?”

“Heh,” Dream gave a gentle smile, though it was laced with disquiet. “It won’t make me happy, but I will allow them the same opportunity. I owe them that chance; I have to.”

Artwork: Anton Seder’s Die Pflanze in Kunst und Gewerbe Pl.069 (1886) Music: Midnight Snowdrifts - Rune Realms

[fairy-verse]

FairyVerse

Fairyverse takes place in a world called Cerulverd (Cerulean Verden (World). This world is set in medieval-esque times.

Note: Verden means World in Norwegian. I combined the words Cerulean and Verden to make up the name Cerulverd.

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The fairies may be referred to by either: He, She, or Them. Or… anything you want to, really. ‘Tis be the Island of wishes come true, so have fun!

Also, I enjoy giving the season fairies feminine traits, but if you prefer masculine traits then you may give this to them instead. Again, this AU is meant to be fun for everyone!

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The Firstborn fairies are those who came before all, and they rule their own respective seasons within the Island of the Fairies.

Dream, the firstborn fairy of summer.

Nightmare, the firstborn fairy of autumn.

Error, the firstborn fairy of winter.

Ink, the firstborn fairy of spring.

Coming after the Firstborn are the season fairies. They are born in the image of their respective firstborn, bearing characteristics not only from them but also from their hopes and dreams. They are their loyal followers. They are all Sans variants.

The summer fairies, also known as the butterfly fairies

The autumn fairies, also known as the mystical fairies

The winter fairies, also known as the moth fairies

The spring fairies, also known as the dragonfly fairies

The Firstborn and their season fairies reside on the western side of Fairy Island, but they are not the only fairy types that exist here. On the eastern side of the island, you can find:

Monster fairies (Papyrus variants, Toriel variants, Undyne variants, Temmie variants, etc…)

And hidden within Ink’s forest domain, you may find small colonies of:

Fae (resembling humans, often with blackened or iridescent eyes, brought to life by Ink and a human woman.)

There is also the Big Folk that has settled down on most of the eastern side of Fairy Island. These are regular humans and monsters who travelled over the waters to find new and peaceful lands to live on. A few of them hunt fairies (specifically season fairies) for their wings, blood, and bodies. The Big Folk that lives close to the Great Forest (Ink’s domain) are often victims of spring fairy bites, and while they believe these bites cause them to go temporarily insane, they are, in fact, filled with extra magic that makes them able to hear the trees talk, see the bees dance, and feel the winds collect their individual stories. They become more connected to the magical wonders of the island, but they fail to realise this.

Other creatures that live on Fairy Island include

Monster Fairies – these fairies come in all different shapes and appearances, much like regular big folk monsters. Some may be found in the Firstborn’s domains, having earned their rights long ago to trade and live amongst the season fairies, but most are found on the eastern side of the island. A few can live in relative peace close to big folk settlements, but most prefer to live in the places where there’s a bigger chance for them to be left alone, such as hills, deep forests, or the mountains. Fairies that look like Papyrus can be found here.

Fae – the Fae of Fairy Island may appear as regular human fairies at first sight but take a closer look and one shall see that they appear much more malevolent and much stranger than a regular fairy may. Their eyes are completely blackened, their wings shimmering oddly, and their movements jagged and twisted. They gained their name after their father, Ink, took their mothers name, Faye, and gave it to them. Those who live on the island today has done so for centuries, but a small fraction of their siblings travelled across the sea and onto the mainland, and there they bred with different species of fairies. The Fae live in smaller colonies within Ink’s domain, living on until eternity shall one day claim them.

The Small People/Monsters – the same size as fairies but lack any sort of wings. They usually live in hollowed-out trees with tiny doors and windows. A few of them can also be found beneath or within Big Folk houses, usually beneath the floorboards, within the walls, or in unused attics. They enjoy trading with fairies but are not too fond of them in general. Too much fairy mischief can gnaw on their nerves.

The Mushroom People – born from residual magic dropped by the fairies, they wander along the forest floor on stumpy legs. They make soft squeaks, but no one knows if they are intelligent or not. Often used as pets by fairies. Most are found within the Great Forest and Nightmare’s Domain, though a few are also within Dream’s Valley.

Gnomes – the same size as fairies and wear tall, pointy hats of either red, blue, or green that cover their eyes. They live underground and are only active during winter. They usually do not speak to anyone else than their own kind, but when they do, they are often reported as speaking pure gibberish. Most are found in the forests beneath Error’s Mountains, though a few are also in the Great Forest.

Stonemen – resembling boulders and mountains, these are gentle giants that often remain asleep for most of their lives. They are immortal unless anyone attempts to chip them away. There are only a few of them on fairy island. The largest stoneman is one of the mountains in Dream’s valley. The smallest sleeps somewhere deep within Emerald Depths.

Trolls – vicious and dangerous, they live in caves and underground shelters during the day and come out at night to hunt whatever they can lay their hands on, including fairies and Big Folk alike. Some believe they are dim-witted, but they tend to never speak with each other where big folk or fairy may be near to hear. Female trolls are highly intelligent and are the ones ruling their respective colony.

The Flower People – Born from residual tears of Luna, they speak riddled nonsense and live on the Isle of Luna. Immortal beings who once were just regular flowers. They tend to the Luna Tree and occasionally communicate with the goddess on the nights where her visage is full and glowing. They tend to avoid leaving the isle.

Music that may work as Background Music for this world

Harvest – ASKII

Nocturnal – Dreyma

The Ancient Wellspring – Gareth Coker

The Trees Are Whispering – Thomas J. Curran

Secrets of the Deepwood & Following the Glow Wisp – Rune Realms

No Great Noise in the Tomb – DIM

[fairy-verse]

Mermaids & Sirens

Beneath the island of fairies there are massive caverns and endless twisting tunnels that glow green, blue, and purple, and here is where the mermaids live. There are air pockets where land caves and sinkholes find their way into secret passageways where one may dive down to see a mermaid or two, but these places are mostly used by the mermaids themselves. They drag themselves onto land, and here their tails split into legs, and their colourful scales turn in trailing silks that shimmer like weightless water upon the wind. The mermaids may, occasionally, leave the safety of the caves to swim amongst the coral reefs by the shores of the island, but this they do sparingly, for here they risk being hunted by both folk and siren alike.

Sirens live near the island where the ocean floor drops down and into the deep dark. Orca sirens, seal sirens, narwhal sirens, and the likes roam the northern part of the island. Shark sirens of various kinds live by the western and the eastern side. Jellyfish (closer to shore) and deep-sea sirens live by the southern side. They are hostile towards the folk and have led many to their watery graves with their songs, though the orca sirens are especially feared, for they may sometimes have numbers large enough to sink entire ships.

[fairy-verse]

The Trolls of Fairy Island

The trolls of Fairy Island are an elusive race. Some believe they came from the mainland, others think they existed on the island long before the firstborn. Whatever their origin, it matters little. They are viewed as a plague on the island. Fairies and Folk alike hate them and wishes for their extinction, but what they do not realise is that there is more than just mindless violence to these creatures.

Trolls live underground, whether that be in the earth of in the mountains, and here they have massive communities. Male trolls are the ones who emerge in the night to hunt for food and resources, whilst the females stay behind to rule and care for the little ones.

Female trolls are quite rare. A female may give birth to anything from five to eleven little trolls throughout her long life, but even at such a number, only one of them may end up being female. Because of this they rarely leave their underground homes, but that does not mean that they are viewed as fragile or weak. Females are often stronger than the males, unless they are much bigger than them, and they are smarter too. The female trolls are the ones in control of what happens to the community, which cavern they choose to stay in, how their resources will be stored, where the males go to hunt. They study herbs and can create powerful potions, and their intelligent speech could be mistaken for one of the folk’s if they remain unseen.

The males, in comparison, have tendencies to communicate with roars, grunts, snarls, and growls. They have the capacity for speech, but this is mostly reserved for the females as they cannot be bothered with speaking when hunting above ground. They believe only female trolls are worthy enough to hear their proper speaking voices. That being said, they are much gruffer and not so eloquently spoken as the females. This isn’t necessarily a trait that puts off a female for wanting to mate with them.

Trolls can make and wear clothes. Both males and females make their own garments, though the males tend to go for simple cotton, linen, and wool pieces, whilst the females will often indulge and make intricate pieces that show off their skill (this often impresses the males.)

Piercings aren’t too common, but the occasional troll has been spotted with a silver ring in its long ear every now and again.

Trolls can either be bald or have short to long hair. Brushing one’s hair isn’t common, and if one troll were to do it then they’d get very puzzled looks.

Troll children usually have their tails tied to either a bed post or a stone pillar to keep them from scampering away during the day when they should sleep. They are energetic and loud little creatures, but they will not defy their mother’s orders unless they want to be slapped. They eat a lot and grow quickly.

There was once a story about a troll child who wandered to the surface and got lost. It is said a fairy found it and took pity upon it. The fairy led the child to sources of food, usually small, wounded animals that couldn’t run away, and it nurtured and tried to make it so the little troll would grow up to protect fairies instead of harming them. It seemed to go well. But trolls are not gentle creatures by nature. It had been a male troll, and as it grew into a teenager, its instincts one day took over as the fairy came and landed into its hand. The troll crushed it, stared at the remains as they turned into stardust, and whether it felt regret or not isn’t known, for then the sun rose and the young troll screamed in pain as its body turned to stone. It is unknown if this story is true or not. If it isn’t then it’s a tale that shows the trolls can’t be trusted, not even one of their young, and that they should be killed when found. But if it’s true? Well… we will never know if the troll regretted what he did before he died.

There are rumours that witches have made bargains with the trolls to come underground with them to speak with the females. What they do there no one can be certain of, but some believe they exchange knowledge, and that the female trolls will speak for hours upon hours with the witches in both light and heated banter. The witches who manage to return to the surface emerge with new, dangerous knowledge and powers of the world, whilst those who do not return… Well, trolls have a taste for big folk meat, especially humans, so you can make your own conclusion as to what happened to them.

Remember: Never show mercy to a troll. They are dangerous and will not show you any kindness. They are predators. They are wicked creatures who will tear down your house if you give them the chance. If you are a fairy of Error’s Mountain Halls, or of Nightmare’s Underground Queendom, then remember to report any strange cave tunnels to the nearest knight as soon as possible. It might have been made by a troll that seeks to ambush your home.

Note: This possibility is the reason for why Error’s Mountain Halls are full of hanging lanterns. It is safer for the fairies to keep their nests in the air, than to build it in mountain walls themselves. However, the few times trolls have made their way into the Mountain Halls, it has usually been at the very bottom; far, far down below were the winter fairies rarely travel. Mostly, to preserve and protect themselves, they leave the trolls all the way down there alone. It seems to have ensured the trolls do not bother with trying to make their way up. (The trolls can see the shimmering and glittering lights of the fairies and their lanterns way up above, but to them it mostly looks like flickering stars than fairies.)

Nightmare’s fairies are not so lucky when it comes to having a massive, black pit beneath them where the trolls can go, but then again, no troll has ever managed to dig their way to those magnificent caverns of roots and waterfalls before, and Nightmare has eyes everywhere. Besides, the roots of the trees do not act kindly towards trolls. They will deal with any unpleasant creature coming that way.

. . .

Now… Error and Nightmare may have found their luck when it comes to the trolls, but the same can not be said for Dream. The entrance to his valley is close to the Trollskog, the forest where it is known that Trolls roam every night, and they have many times tried to enter the valley due to its closeness. They have also tried to enter Ink’s forest, but the spring fairies are dangerous and swift with their teeth and wings, and so the trolls usually stay away. The summer fairies on the other hand? They are lazy. They lounge on the grass and atop flowers in the sun. They are the second slowest fliers, and they are not as alert to troll presence as the spring and winter fairies are. They live in a false fantasy. They believe nothing can hurt them in the valley.

That is the reason for why the Tragedy of the Summer Valley happened. The summer fairies hadn’t been prepared. Many had had faerlings that summer, and they stayed in their nests made of grass, leaves, moss, and string. They’d been easy pickings for the horde of trolls that suddenly emerged in violent streams through the valley’s entrance. So many summer fairies were lost; captured and taken away. So many of them had been young faerlings.

Dream had quickly come to save those who were captured, but only after he’d ensured the valley was protected from anymore hordes. It’d been enough time for the trolls to do what they needed. In the end, Dream had only managed to save a handful of the hundred or so fairies taken. It had been a massive loss. A tragedy.

To this day, Dream blames himself for it. The valley is protected by Knights around the clock now, but it should have been so back then too. It should have been well guarded… but it hadn’t been. Dream had believed his valley was safe. No Big Folk could get there… but the trolls… He hadn’t thought of them.

He killed so many of them that day. He should have killed more.

If you want to get a slight idea of what the trolls looks like in Fairyverse, then these screenshots from the game Bramble: The Mountain King should help a little. You can also search for “Bramble Trolls.”

[fairy-verse]

Dream I love you, please spare me from heatwaves and suffering this summer

Do you not enjoy the blessed warmth of summer? Isn’t it a welcoming change from the biting chill of winter, or the slight chill that remains in Spring or arrives in Autumn?

“How cruel of you to speak of suffering, child of the big folk. I only wish for my summer to bring the best of light and warmth to you all, to see my beloved summer fairies relax and rest beneath the sunrays until they glow from the heat. My dearest summer is already far too short…

"heh…"

"sometimes…. Sometimes I wish I could make this island into a paradise of forever summer. I have heard of it occurring in other places of the world, beyond the mainland, where my feeble knowledge runs dry. Could you imagine it? Continues heat and sunlight, with only a few breaks of rain to keep the land bright and green. Oh, it sounds so lovely.”

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“Alas, it is only a dream… heh. I know I am not the only one who wishes to extend my precious season; my fellow firstborn dreams of it too. Some are less ambitious, others… like me… more so.”

Best not speak ill of summer for the firstborn fairy of summer to hear. Kindly and lovely as he is, there is a hidden passion blazing beneath his ecto flesh, one that threatens to burn freely should anger take hold. Just smile and thank your fairy of summer, the one who loves the warmth and the light. Shelter beneath the shade and drink cool spring water, and hope this summer doesn’t stay beyond its welcome, lest autumn becomes resentful, and winter begins timid, but later turns into a frozen desert.

[fairy-verse]

Elves of Cerulverd

Long ago when the trees were still young and the mountains uncertain, there were elves that walked across fresh grass and through singing streams. For centuries they would live to watch the rise of Man and Monster alike, and though they lived beside each other in relative peace, it would, unfortunately, not come to last.

None now live to remember why and how the war had begun, but even as elvenkind, who was immortal and wise, fought with all they had, they would, eventually, come to a bitter defeat. Legends say that a great human king brought them to heel with a sword cast from the worlds beyond the veil, and that it had been the sole reason for their victory. Mere legends, but perhaps there could be some truth to them, for the elves disappeared after the end of the great war, and none have seen them since.

Some believe they vanished into the growing mountains, gaining their trust and ensuring that none but them could pass through unharmed. Others believe they fled into the still young forests and used their magic to make the trees grow so tall and great, that no man, nor monster, could ever hope to find an end to the endless trees. These, too, are legends, and some are told by strange people that come wandering from lands unknown. Tall, fair, with eyes that seem to glow in the night. Their hair is always so long, and their ears are never revealed.

The great elven cities were abandoned to be claimed by the victorious humans. They stood reaching for the skies with their beauty and grace, and even to this day they remain structurally strong. Some of these cities, with the grace of the king at the time, were given to monsters as a show of kindness. Monsters, for their part, know the true reason: a show of cautious friendship, for although there are powerful human mages, they are but limited in numbers, whereas every monster ever born is gifted with magical powers.

Monsters accepted this gift, for unlike the humans, they know they cannot, if it came to it, ever hope to win a war against them. The humans are not yet aware of their own true strength, be it with magic or Soul power, and monsterkind prefers to keep it that way, so they will play pretend in hopes that peace may remain between them.

Artwork - Dandelion Time & Holly and Mistletoe Trees and Berries with Birds by Anton Seder

[fairy-verse]

Unicorns

It’s been long believed that the unicorns of the world went extinct. None has been seen on the mainland for over a hundred years. Whether they simply vanished or walked into the sea, one thing is clear; they are gone. The magic they brought, the wonder, the light, the blessings of eternal beauty to any young maiden who saw them; gone.

That was the fact until a rumour spread from the island of fairies. An elderly woman claims she saw one when she was young. It could have been all talk, but this old woman, even in her very old age, remained a stunning beauty. Wrinkled she may be, but her hair still fell in thick rivers across her shoulders, and her eyes glistened with the grace of stars. Her voice and smile were that of music shaped into a painting, and when she spoke of the unicorn she had but few words to say.

“Her hair shone like silver beneath the sun. Her coat was as white as snow and shimmered like the surface of water in summer. And her voice sang like chiming bells. I did not believe it at first. How could I? She was so stunning, but then I saw the long horn that jutted out from her forehead, and when she turned and ran, I saw a tail with but a long tuft of that shimmering hair at the end. She was a fantasy come to life.”

The tale spreads but none could truly believe that it is the truth, for none but this elderly woman have come forth to speak of such a magical creature. The island of fairies has much wonder to behold, but unicorns? Nay, it can’t be true…

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But it is. The Big Folk simply cannot see them anymore. The unicorns that remained fled from the mainland, leaving behind their forests and valleys in search for safer lands. They walked into the sea, swimming with the waves as if made of foam, and then ran onto the land where fairies lived. Here they remain in secret, hidden deep within the safety of the domains of three firstborn season fairies. Those who were still young (the last created unicorns) ventured into Ink’s forest. Those who felt weary of the world and its troubles ventured into Dream’s valley, and those who desired to let their magic spread and create beauty beyond compare ventured onto Nightmare’s land.

And still there are more, yet those ventured not to the island of fairies but instead came to the shores of the Isle of Luna. These unicorns were those who came first from the moon, those who walked the earth and made nature blossom. They no longer desire to live amongst man or monster. They desire only true peace, to remain in a place where Luna’s influence is unending and pure, a place where the flower people will dance and sing and tend to them with purity and kindness in their little hearts.

Unicorns still exist, but they will never again show themselves to mortal beings… not unless they are pure of heart and soul.

Artwork: Edward Robert Hughes - The Valkyrie's Vigil