The Beginning of Faery Revels

 A tree stood in the middle of an Enchanted Wood. He was a talkative kind of tree, a jovial kind of tree, an all around good sort of sheltering kind of tree. In fact, the animals of the Enchanted Wood liked the tree so much that they would come around from miles to have the tree ask them about their day, or where they were off to, or what they were going to have for lunch.

    But while the creatures of the wood were pleased to have a such a tree in the middle of their forest, they were not the only beings who frequented the wood. The Fae were nightly visitors, who enjoyed sneaking into the forest, soaking up some of its magic and casting traps to send unsuspecting persons to Faeryland as the whim took them. They were less pleased with a relatively sleepless tree commenting on all their comings and goings—which were supposed to be secretive—nor did they appreciate his questions regarding their days—which they did not like to think about as Faeryland dwelt in eternal twilight—nor did they want to talk about what they had for lunch—often nothing, as Fae have fickle stomachs.

    So annoyed did the Fae become that they grew a mushroom ring about the tree and disappeared it to Faeryland so that they would no longer be questioned during their nightly mischiefs.

    But what the Fae did not think of were the consequences of their actions. For the tree was now in Faeryland, where he could ask questions of them all their twilit days long. 

    Eventually, the Fae grew annoyed again, sending the tree back to the Enchanted Wood—much to the delight of the forest creatures, who would sit about the tree's trunk and listen to his stories of Faeryland for hours at a time. It wasn't long after when the Fae realized they missed the kindly, chattering tree. They missed that he cared enough to ask them of their comings and goings and the little jokes he would make about their mischievous ways. All in all, the Fae found, they missed being around him. And so, they worked a spell that would take them to the place in the Enchanted Wood where the tree stood. But Fae magic is a tricky thing, and often misunderstands time. So when the Fae arrived at the tree's spot in the wood, they discovered that a thousand years had passed and the tree was no more.

    The Fae hung their heads for a time.

    But then they began to ask each other about their days and where they were going and what they had for lunch. They began to laugh at the silliness of their questions, and their laughter sounded like music—so they began to dance. They liked dancing so much, that they did so each night right in the middle of the Enchanted Wood, to the awe and wonder of the forest creatures brave enough to watch in silence from amongst the trees. 

    Thus began the faery revels...

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