Prologue
There is an understanding among fairies.
A silent agreement, forged amongst the first breadth of wings and the first spark of sunlight.
It is the way of the people, the land, and the gods.
It is the law.
Fae super omnia vulgares
Fae folk above all.
We were the first after all. When the holy creatures convened and thought to make the colonies in their image, it was our king—Deity Henron— who spoke first. From his herculean wings descended the first wisp of dust, which would mingle with the mounds of the earth, and form the first earthly creature. First came the Fae, then the wolves, the lifebloods, the centaurs, and onwards and onwards until the ground was populated, and fertile, and full.
The fae are many things. Alongside being the first we believe we're the smartest, the most cunning. The smallest yes, but also the most robust, what we lack in strength we make up for in stamina. We are mighty, purposeful, and proud, but most of all, I think, we are simply scared.
My name is Tara Harendose, and while I am hopeful, I understand there are numerous situations in which one may have come across these scriptures.
Perhaps my name has made history, and the institutions have assigned these words to sorrowful mares who don’t care much about the history of colonies or understand the blood spilled for them to traverse across those crowded halls. Do I bore you? Do you wish you were somewhere else? Good. Boredom is good.
Perhaps you are a traveler, wandering aimlessly in the scraps of what is left of the free world, and you’ve come across a torn novelty in the road, deciding it may be worth the read.
Or, perhaps you are no one but a voice in my head, a futile attempt of my imagination to believe that there is an animate, sentient being reading this; because that would mean there was still a world to read this in, and a sentient being that exists.
Whomever you may be, I promise you this. I may not be able to guarantee an entirely pleasurable account, but I can guarantee quite the scintillating one. That’s not to say of course that it is all bad, or that it was always this way. Before the end, there was a beginning, a before, a genesis.
