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“And before you were the firstborn fairy of autumn in all her grace and wisdom, for even among her own kin, it was her who grew to learn of her powers first, and her the others turned to in need for guidance and comfort. It was she who lost her original purity, and yet regained it as the land took pity upon her broken soul.

Oh, how her loveliness conquered the corruption overflowing her, for not even the strength of her own curse could hide away what the green hands had spent so long sculpting to perfection.”

Protective and motherly was the mother’s hold as she held her newborn in her arms, for he was small and weak, with wings so white and shrivelled; not yet possessing any colours. For centuries he’d been safe within her protective embrace, yet now as he’d been born, Nightmare found a new fear she needed to face. To allow her sweet faerling to roam free and explore as he wished, or to keep him close and never risk the possibility of harm coming his way.

Perhaps… she could keep him always by her side as he remained tiny and innocent, but eventually, she’d have to let him go. No, she did not desire to keep him trapped within her underground nest. He deserved to be as free as she’d once been; taking in the sun and dancing in the rain as lighting flashed across the sky.

“But for now, you are only mine, my lovely faerling, my sweet Lumin. And I will allow no harm to come your way, nor will I rest for as long as I may keep a smile on your face.”

Dance and sing oh fairy of autumn and spring.

Be the wonder of endings and beginnings.

Heed no threat nor forgo any laughter.

Live as thy mother and father.

Feel no shame as you twirl and frolic in the wind.

Oh fairy of autumn and spring.

Be merry and sing, sing, sing.

I could see the big folk learning that chocolate is the best appeasement offering in the worst of winters storms. Maybe even stocking up on some before winter hits just in case.

Whilst Error wouldn’t know what chocolate is for a long, long time, there will eventually be a day when his winter fairies present to him the offerings left behind by desperate Big Folk who pleads for a calmer winter. He’s unimpressed by their offerings, though he’s intrigued by some of the food left behind, particularly one that smells so… rich. It’s new and foreign, but he dares to take a taste, and… Oh. With eye lights glazed over, he eats more, and then more, and then all of it!

It's… it’s… It’s delicious!

Cross, a fairy of summer and winter; loyal and devoted.

Killer, a fairy of autumn and spring; devious and passionate.

I am the humming of bees and clear skies.

My touch is as warm as the sun and as soft as a butterfly’s wings.

I bring laughter and endless joy with the brush of gentler winds.

Summer is the time for rest and peace of mind as you forget the struggles of seasons past.

There is a tale among the Big Folk that speaks of the Firstborn fairy of summer. Lovely and fair he’s said to be, with the light of the sun itself encasing his bones; warm and welcoming. It is said that his is the voice to calm all who hear it, and some even believe it can heal the mind of all its troubles. Whether that is true or not they cannot say, for it is an unfair truth that none of them have ever laid eyes upon him; and for as long as the Firstborn fairy of summer remains in his valley of radiance and delight, none of them ever will.

Most colourful of all is the firstborn fairy of spring, with his brilliant wings and bright body, and his laughter is known to eternally echo within the Great Forest itself, meant to unnerve those who enter it unwelcomed. He is the one the Big Folk knows best of all, and yet nothing of as well. He is the one to strike terror in their hearts as soon as the snow has melted, for soon he and his kin will descend upon their homes to plague them with insanity-inducing bites, meant to torment them for days as they attempt to recover and shield themselves.

Ink is the one who forms bonds with fairies and Big Folk alike, and he is the one most shrink under, for unlike his winter counterpart, he is the one who approaches and comes too close. Ink is the one who will lean in, with a wide and happy smile; glittering eye lights, and fluttering laughter – only to push you over the edge as your sanity breaks and your reality shatters.

Bright, beautiful colours are signs of venom at this moment, and you ought to be wary. Merciful, kind, and playful might be his nature for his own kin, but for the Big Folk, his kindness might be the sharpest dagger of all. Do not trust him.

Ill-tempered and bitingly cold is what winter is often seen as, with blinding snowfalls and wicked winds that cut into your skin, yet there is also an eerie silence that accompanies the thick blanket of snow that covers the island itself. If you stand still near the winter fairies mountains, then you will hear nothing, for the mountains themselves shield the winter fairies from prying eyes, but shall you somehow find your way to go all the way west on the Firstborn Meadow, then an eerie song will echo in the distance. The sounds are sometimes deep, and sometimes loud and sharp; and always so jarring and cold. The waters on the lakes are freezing solid, and it is the only way the Firstborn fairy of winter can let his own voice trail and form into uncanny songs far too strange for any Big Folk to understand.

Error holds nothing secret during his winter. It is the time of year when you’ll see and know him as ancient and ethereal, and the sounds of his songs will not falter… until the winds of spring are near.