Veiled Realm

We work as one to forge a path or else we face the humans’ wrath.

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Tales of fae-kind had been greatly exaggerated.

We work as one to forge a path or else we face the humans’ wrath.

A children’s rhyme within fae culture passed down through generations in remembrance of the war — not because we were tiny and frightened beings, impish in demeanour, but because we were essentially human. We hid amongst them and protected one another with whispered tales of miniature, ethereal creatures that spirited away in the night.

The stories were a blackout; the gossip was a noose. Leo sat down to write — it was a piece about a fae who aged, lived and died the same as every mortal.