It is a question oft-asked: why, with magic fading from the world, do the fae seem to be increasing in numbers? Every other creature of magic and spirit is becoming increasingly rare as reason assaults belief, which is the basic necessity for the existence of the transmundane. And why is it that no one has ever seen a young fae, despite intense interest in their habits on the part of innumerable scholars?
In truth, the solution to that riddle has long been known by the learned of the nations, just as it has been vehemently rejected by their peers.
Man has long been known to be unique among the creatures of his world because he is equal parts spiritual magic and mundane clay. The mundane animals hunted for food or kept as companions are all mundane clay, while the dragons and will-o’-the-wisps and such are pure spirit and magic. In man alone are they present in nearly equal measure.
In the waning days of bronze, when man first began to master the forces mundane and magical of his world, the fae were exceedingly rare and regarded as symbols and portents, their tiny flitting forms omens of great good or calamitous evil. In the present age of iron and reason, they are common enough that whole areas are infested with them, so much that one of the few callings remaining to those skilled in the ark and knack of magic is shooing them away.
The bitter truth is that the delicate and ephemeral fae are, in fact, the sloughed-off spirits of men.
When mankind gives itself wholly over to reason and cruel calculation, tearing out the part of itself that deals in wonder and magic, that ripped-out soul takes the form of a flitting fae, all the spirit and magic of humanity in miniature. That is why they bear no young, and that is why they only seem to fade and die when nobles, mercenaries, or men of means themselves sicken.
For, although separated, they are still bound by a silver thread of common destiny. Sorrowful predictions, unheeded by those who have cast out the spiritual from their souls, see mankind as a race wholly divested of its fae shards within the next hundred years at the current rate.
June 26, 2013 at 2:43 pm
Oh, the truth you speak…
June 27, 2013 at 2:48 pm
Thanks! I am assuming you mean metaphorical truth, unless there is a local fairy infestation you’d like to tell me about 🙂
June 27, 2013 at 2:50 pm
Oh, if there was, I would have certainly found it as a child. I used to make a habit of standing in fairy rings I found in my yard. Unfortunately, I was never trapped in their world. 🙂
June 27, 2013 at 2:52 pm
A better way to describe it would be “I was trapped in their world for an aeon and was their queen, but they wiped my memories before I returned” 😉
June 27, 2013 at 2:58 pm
You know, now that you mention it, I think I can feel some memories surfacing…