Wheel of the Year

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Once upon a time – because all proper stories start that way – there were six little faeries, who may have been boys and girls once. Or perhaps, they were faeries that simply wanted to be boys and girls, and were brought back home by the Master of the Estate.

Now, the Master of the Estate was wise and terrible and beautiful to look on, and he loved the things in his life to be likewise. Beauty of this greatness requires a lot of work, and if there was anything the Master of the Estate hated almost as much as ugliness, it was hard work.

Fortunately, he was blessed with these six little faeries, and they worked very hard indeed. Of course, sometimes they were wicked little faeries and didn’t wish to work, so the Master of the Estate was forced to use his Sublime Chastisements upon them for being so lazy and ungrateful. On the other hand, other times they worked so hard that they became very ugly indeed, and he sorrowfully was forced to subject them to the Sublime Chastisements, to teach them the importance of beauty.

One day, while the Master of the Estate threw one of the great balls that he was justly revered and adored for by the Gentry, something terrible happened. The Master of the Estate had an enemy of such savageness and hideousness that something as wonderful and beauteous as the Master of the Estate had no choice but to declare it his foremost adversary! This terrible thing, the Reiver Most Fell, did something abominable – the attacked the Estate during the night of the ball!

Oh, the chaos! So many beautiful things were set on fire, or trampled upon, or spattered with the blood of stupid servants who didn’t know any better than to die near priceless artifacts. The Master of the Estate was terribly wroth, and while his noble guests fled for their own strongholds (many of the selfish, silly creatures assuming it was an attempt on their own unimportant lives), the Master of the Estate’s sterling tactical acumen and sublime fencing talents drew the Reiver Most Fell away from the Estate.

And in that moment, something terrible happened. The Estate was empty and unattended. And those wicked, deceitful, ungrateful little faeries – do you know what they did?

Yes. They ran away.

Oh, how wroth the Master of the Estate will be when he finds them again. How wroth, indeed. The Wheel of the Year may turn ever onward, but the Master of the Estate will not stop searching for them. Oh, no. Not until he's found them again.