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Birth of a Fae [Repost]

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Birth of a Fae – The Plotless Story

The fae are a people of mists and fantasy. They are born of the elements into nature, the guardians of those essences which keeps Mother Nature herself in balance for she is an un-domesticated mother of those beings she has born to her God. They are the dividing force between man and nature, the keepers of the boundary that holds one another at bay so that both continue to survive.

They are not of one world or the other, wanderers of the formless and hapless borders that edge the minds of humanity and the lands of Beyond. They are stillborn into existence upon this earth, ageless, filled with wisdom born of the infinite lineage of their Father.

Every so often, the borders collide and the worlds cross over one into the other and born into humanity from accidental collision a being of encompassing both borders. As humans and fae are both born through the bloodline of Infinity, these children dually embody the timelessness of their parents. They are doom to a lifetime of wisdom beyond their years, of eyes that see into and beyond instead of the surface and an innocent curiosity that relentlessly leads them unawares into danger.

These are the creatures that refuse to let the odds discount the possibility, the risk outweigh the potential. They are ageless, momentary discomfort means little to them for a day is but a blink of an eye within their eternity though they hold moments paralyzed within them for lifetimes. They are the epitome of the paradoxes within humanity and Nature.

They are dark and vast and speak out of turn with no regard for age yet quietly enough to be heard as thunder. They are the muses of the human race; those that inspire art and literature, invention of the new and conservation of the old. They are the lightest and darkest of two worlds collided.

They are conceived without consideration for their existence is so greatly overlooked. These are the children whose eyes haunt their parents into the night, who stare all-seeing into an empty sky and leave you feeling as if you yourself were the student and they the teacher. Children who despite their small stature leave you feeling as if you must tilt your head back and look into the sun to see their faces full of mystery and possibilities.

Bodies contain them so little, for they are of so much more soul than either of the peoples separately. It is why they unnerve those around them, for that overflowing of soul from behind the gentle windows panes of their eyes communicates wordlessly. The pass worlds of understanding through osmosis from one soul to another, overwhelming the lesser and drawing it in to feed it with itself and fling it back out upon its own augmented understanding of life. A look, a touch, a sigh, a simple brushing of existences is all it takes for they are created of collision and in following in their natures collide themselves within others.


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