Cedric watched as his people trudged past himself and the rest of his High Council. Some pushed herds of cattle, sheep, pigs and goats ahead of them. Others carried baskets of seeds for crops of wheat, cotton, fruits and vegetables. Others still hefted cages of chickens and other poultry. Tailors bought with them rolls of fabric and stacks of patterns along with spinning wheels and sewing machines. The rest helped cart the worldly possessions that could not be parted with. Those that were not vital had been donated to the people of the Silver Paw pack. The pack of Virum Lupam, wolf shifters, more commonly known as werewolves, that owned the land surrounding the entrance to what would soon be the new realm of the Fae.
As the last of the Fae passed the High Council, they stood in a semi-circle in front of the Veil that had to be sealed. It would separate the realm of the Fae from the earthen realm. The High Council linked hands and began reciting words of a foreign tongue. They made a daunting sight. Hands clasped, eyes closed, faces downcast, voices getting louder and faster until they mingled to create one single sound. As the warbled voice continued a shimmering light formed as a line on the ground and crept its way towards the heavens, creating a pocket in the atmosphere in which they could exist in peace.
The Council felt safer here. Only one man had been entrusted with the location of their new barrier. Along with the location, the man had been the only one told how to contact them from his side of the Veil. This information would be passed down from father to son, Alpha to Alpha for as long as the Veil remained. The High Council had entrusted him with this information as a way of thanks. The man, Alpha Lupo, had been a long-time friend of the Fae. He had agreed that in the creation of the Veil a spell should be cast. A spell that would ensure that if any Fae was unlucky enough to ever cross the Veil, for any reason, they would end up in the land of the Silver Paw pack. He also agreed to allowing the High Council to return every few years to learn about the changes of the human world and in doing so help advance their own realm. This knowledge and the agreement would be passed down from leader to leader among both races until such a time came that the Fae felt they could safely return to the realm of the humans.
When the High Council ceased their droning they admired the barrier. Smug smirks adorned each of their faces. A shimmering screen protected their new realm. As proud of the Veil as the Council was, they knew that even here their race was not completely safe. Evil could not be stopped only deterred. The Council turned to examine their new realm. There were more trees here. Monstrous oaks towered above the race. Dainty willows provided protection for any creatures in need of rest, smatterings of rose red, navy blue, golden orange and mauve coloured toadstools freckled the forest green grass.
“The Veil will remain until the same council, or direct descendants from the current council members, reverse the spell. No one is permitted to venture beyond the Veil. Under any circumstances.” The highest of the council, Cedric Willow, a tall man topped with moss green hair and violet eyes, announced to the whole of the Fae race.
The people nodded their heads in understanding and Cedric dismissed them. The Fae turned and moved through the forest, finding the perfect trees to use to create their new homes. Among them was Cedric’s wife, Charlotte, a small woman for a Fae with silver hair and golden eyes, heavy with the next generation.