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Thursday, 24 November 2005, 01:49 AM


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I have read about them in some anthropology and mysteries books.

This is a good idea.  It is a part of your nation's culture, so fear not, use it.


The little people up above the equator are not so nice either.  Many are known simply as "the gentry", implying that they are the true aristocracy.  In ancient times faeries, also known as the "fair folks" were known as 6 to 9 foot (2 to 3 meters) tall, slender and graceful, noble warriors and people of high knowledge and powers.

As time went by, the became smaller and more nasty.  People through out the northern hemisphere, North America, Asia, and Europe feared them.  Then in time they started to described as we now hear them.  A little more than a hundred years ago, it was common to see art of faery hunting parites riding mice attacking and killing innocent animals and people.

People have long feared circles in the grass lands as beign faerie rings, places that faeries have held their rituals and dances.  Entering a faerie ring was thought to be a danger for that person could  become a target for vicious little people or to be befriended by them to only meet a pitiful end.

There is a story of a man who stepped into a faerie ring and crossed into the faerie world.  He was imprisioned as an intruder by (still human sized, no wings) faeries.  While their queen was interogating him she became enchanted and soon fell in love with the man.  To gain his freedom, he agreed to be her consort.  When a year from the date of his capture arrived, be learned where the site was to return to the human world.  He made good his escape, but as he returned home, he found that everything looked different.  No one he knew was there.  While he lived one year, our world had aged hundreds of years.  Feeling that this world had nothing left to offer him he chose to return the world of Faeries.  Before he got back to the circle, the years caught up to him, he quickly aged and turned to dust and soon he, his clothing, and all he was carrying was scattered and lost by the wind.

Pangor