Post by Star Fall on May 24, 2015 6:48:03 GMT
It is said that long ago in the distant land of Faery, there once shone a red star in the night sky.
It warrants explaining that, although the stars of Faery shine with all the hues of the rainbow and more, it is nonetheless exceedingly rare for any one star to shine brighter than the other.
But this star, the red star, was special nonetheless as it shone brighter than any other on clear summer nights.
The Fair Folk knew it then as the Maiden's Torch and they reveled, and warred, and wished by its crimson light.
Then one night on a cold summer eve, the Maiden's Torch fell from the sky.
Having committed crimes that cannot be known as it is not for men to know what crimes a star can commit in its docile orbit.
As it fell, the red star burned, and roared, and screamed its way across the heavens; its light rippling out to cover most of the Western sky in waves of scarlet light.
Falling ever faster, its path took it far away from the land it had know and watched over for millennia, carrying it far to the East, far from Faery, to unfamiliar skies of pale blue light.
The star landed in what was then a vast empty plain, out of sights of any mortal races with only sheep and goats to witness its fall.
With hair as long as a winding river and of the deep red of autumn leaves, what lay in the field then looked like no creature like it as the star's of Faery are very unique indeed.
Being a woman, as it is said that all the stars of Faery are women, the fallen star resembled no other creature on Termina - with eyes as round and dark as moonless ponds, four sharp horns sprouting from the back of her head, and skin so perfectly smooth and white that it shone with a light of its own on moonlight nights, the exotic creature exuded an aura of charm and grace as much as it glowed with scarlet light.
And as the star's crimson light bled into the ground, and air, and water of its surroundings, a massive forest full of ancient trees burst from the ground to envelop the once empty plain in a thicket of dark green life.
The animals too were transformed by the starborn miracle as the sheep, and field mice, and prairy dogs were remade into deer, and wolves, and bears, and butterflies to better live in the forest that was now their home.
And all the animals knew to whom they owed their new home and lives, and then on knew that it would be their duty to protect their new mistress should anyone come to claim rights over her.
