Whereas the Qindred and Vitori have their myths, so the Faedin should as well.
The Tearing of the Fae
An age ago when the land was young and the spirits communed with mann, there lived the Archdruid Orachee. Loved by mann and respected by spirits his judgments were fair and the power of his sight was seeing truth in mann and spirits alike. On Samhain as he approached the summons, when the Archdruid allowed the spirits to cross the veil to take form, he came across an injured Otter Bear caught in a trap. As mercy was his way he freed the Otter Bear at the cost of his delaying the summons.
Lesac, a champion in his own right, second only to Orachee, thought not to anger the spirits and began the rituals of the Faedin:
‘On the roundstone burn these few:
goldenseal, an eye of blue and moonlight too.’
On that fateful day, Lesac called the spirits before the ritual was complete and there was a righteous fury among the spirits now enduring only a corrupted, semi-coporeal form. Now in those days the spirits communed together in great halls and portals created by Great Spirits for the Fae and those among mann to act as Druids. The runestones were so powerful that the whole land flourished by the communion. Not a memory of them are remembered today.
The Fae were torn that day demanding the offering they needed to live among mann had failed. The spirits desiring peace, believing the next Samhain during the alignment in 10 years would resolve their bodily form, pleaded with those that demanded immediate recompense. Lesac begged for those offering peace to give him power to reconcile with the furious. And before even Orachee arrived many of the spirits desiring peace allowed him their power to be the mediator.
Filled with more power than Lesac thought possible by the spirit energy Lesac craved more and instead of pursuing peace tried to overcome and bind the furious ones. The battle rocked the foundations of the world as elements and spirits, great and small alike battled; some in fury, some enslaved, some in exasperation, and most in fear. The stars themselves blackened from the otherworldly fire and the great runestones, the oaks and the groves connecting the heavens in the hall were destroyed. The veil that allowed the passage for the spirits to take form was torn and the Great Fire only grew. Orachee, upon seeing the unnatural black coming from the hall on Samhain ran to the summons. Through tears Orachee saw the spirits pulled from the world through the shredded veil and the Great Fire consuming the land even under the earth. He freed many of the enslaved spirits that had given their power to Lesac and Lesac weakened. The furious ones having gained the upper hand even while being pulled from the land cursed Lesac with an undying death:
‘In dying he will never die,
Not living he will never live,
Forever to be torn as the Fae on the last Samhain.’
Orachee, upon seeing his friend cursed and the evil his heart wrought, took his own voice. Looking to the spirits being stripped of their form he gave his voice so they can still speak in this world. The spirits were lost that day and scattered, unable to commune with each other and stuck in their own habitations: with a voice but without form. So it is that you may hear the whisper of the Fae or glance a spirit without true form since the true bodies have been lost and we hiss the name Lesac: the father of the undying. Now we know and remember:
‘When the dark of the night arises, take flight, take flight.
To be caught by the dark surprises a fright, a fright.
Endure until sun rises, then fight, yes fight.’
