The Elf King’s Thingy Part V

When the worlds were young slipping between them was more commonplace, they were closer then. Slipping between the lands of the fea and what those strange humans called the real world did not require much bureaucracy. The various gates were guarded even then of course, but only with a few spells of mist and the odd glamour. The fea would slip between worlds for a picnic on the other side or just to play a few pranks on the mortals. Sour some milk, steal a sock or two, kidnap a lover and hold them for thirty years before returning them to the mortal realm only to find the subject of their love had married another, fathered children and grown old as the one kidnapped into the fea never had. Or fathering half fea children with miraculous powers laden with doom.

Harmless stuff like that.

Unfortunately, while the fea only changed slowly, not least because when one is immortal in most ever respect why bother to change what makes you happy, humans on the other hand changed constantly. They grew more numerous for one thing, small farming villages grew into towns, forests were felled, the wilds of the landscape became, well in essence, less wild, and the places where one could move between worlds became less common.

But there was worse to come, humans became not only numerous, they became dangerous as well, not least because they started to no longer believe in the fea’s greatest weapon. This was unfortunate because the one thing that weapon relied on the most was belief. Without belief it simply did not work in the human world.

It was when he came to the realisation that a reliance on belief was at the very core of the fea’s being, that led one of the half fea children with miraculous powers laden with doom I mentioned earlier to realise it was possible to save his mother’s people from their endless entanglements of the fea and free them to follow their own destiny’s. So it was that he set about reliving humanity of its belief in the fea’s great weapon, which given whom he was, was rather ironic considering how he is remembered in myth… But we will come to that.

I any regard, due to the great weapon no longer working in the human world, the rulers of the fea protected their people, as much as they could be bothered to do so, by a system of permissions of transit, required by anyone who wished to cross between the worlds through any of the remaining portals, the few that remained at least. Not that permission was generally with-held. Unless of course there was advantage to be had by doing so.

But as with all things, there is always an advantage to be sought somewhere…    

Next week ( or possibly in a couple of days) the tale of ‘The Elf king’s Thingy’ will continue, with Part 6 Of moonshoes and being

You can find the full series here

Authors note: This part work comprises of a first draft, without the usual editing, proof reading etc, It is somewhat raw because of this. There may be glaring errors, terrible typos and crimes of a grammatical nature. Feel free to point them out if your self-esteem requires a boost, you would certainly be proving your intellectual superiority over the author in doing so…