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Hello, visitor. I see you have been chatting with the guardian fairy of this ruin. With you being an erudite and learned magus, I'm sure you'll be okay. However if you were merely an ordinary mortal, I would feel obligated to warn you not to be too overt in your praises of that particular fae. Just between the two of us, she's more than a wee bit on the dangerous side. If she were to become too enamored of your words... Well, let’s just say bad things have happened in the past.

That ruined house behind her was once the home of a handsome human gardener, who also had just enough skill with magic to be able to perceive the earth spirits. When he saw the lovely fairy among his trailing roses, he made the mistake of telling her how beautiful she was. Not being used to compliments from the usually oblivious humans, and seeing how strong and handsome the young man was, she fell madly in love with him.

For the next few years she stayed close by him, blessing his flowers and watching his every move, pining for a life together in his arms. Not realizing that the tiny creature was actually in love with him, he in turn replied to her flirtations with exaggerated praise. He was just happy to have won the approval of a lovely fairy. He hadn’t even considered that his words meant any more to her than hers had meant to him.

Gradually, the love struck creature began to shun her own kind. All they seemed to ever tell her was to give up on her mad obsession with a human male. It seemed that they clearly couldn't understand the depth of her love for him. No longer able to bear their constant negativity, she abandoned her fellow fae. She devoted herself to dark magics in an attempt to make herself part of the same world as the man she loved. She longed to finally be able to consummate her love in a way that was impossible for two beings of such disparate sizes.

Slowly, her own people gave up on her. They grew fearful of her increasingly mad quest for dark power. Finally, with a unhallowed pact, she sealed a bargain with the dark queen. Morrigan herself granted the fairy one single spell's use of her sinister majesty's own personal grimoire. Exultant to finally have the means to truly express all her hearts yearnings at her fingertips, she returned triumphantly to the gardener's cottage. But upon her return, she found him "entertaining" a beautiful human woman in his bed.

Consumed by rage and anguish, the now dark fae used the queen's grimoire for a very different spell than she had intended. She cursed both of the "betrayers" with a terrible curse. The flowers that the gardener had so loved and that the fairy herself had lavished with her own magic for so long, rose up and devoured both the mortals and the entire house.

On hearing his tormented cries, the fairy was suddenly struck with the horror of what she had done. It was too late. The spell had been cast, and what Morrigan's borrowed magic had evoked was far stronger than any the fairy herself possessed. She could no longer use the dark grimoire. Morrigan's loaned power had been spent. The tome would no longer open though she tried with desperate and frenzied fingers to pry the pages apart.

She watched in the horrific realization that she would never again see the beautiful, smiling face of the man she loved, tortured by the understanding that she herself had destroyed him. In her repentance and agony of spirit, she bound herself with a solemn vow. She pledged to forever guard the spot that would be her lost love's grave. There she has stayed for many long decades while the ruin of the once4 beautiful cottage has slowly been consumed by the earth.

To the local humans, the place now bears a dreadful name. The last house on the edge of the fens is said to be haunted by the ghosts of two lovers who angered the fae and paid the ultimate price for their folly. On moonless nights, it is said that if you listen closely, the eerie cries of the night birds sound disturbingly like distant screams of human anguish. At times the luminous eyes of dark creatures of Morrigan's malice can be seen shining out from behind the vine shrouded rubble.

The wise women of the nearby villages, make signs of warding and cluck omens of doom to any fool brazen enough to think to approach that forsaken ruin at night. "Watch out!" they cackle. "The fae of Rosemoor still jealously guards the place...

where men have forgotten."

©All original work copyright Barosus (Edward D Cates) 2017

Description
Hello, visitor. I see you have been chatting with the guardian fairy of this ruin. With you being an erudite and learned magus, I'm sure you'll be okay. However if you were merely an ordinary mortal, I would feel obligated to warn you not to be too overt in your praises of that particular fae. Just between the two of us, she's more than a wee bit on the dangerous side. If she were to become too enamored of your words... Well, let’s just say bad things have happened in the past.

That ruined house behind her was once the home of a handsome human gardener, who also had just enough skill with magic to be able to perceive the earth spirits. When he saw the lovely fairy among his trailing roses, he made the mistake of telling her how beautiful she was. Not being used to compliments from the usually oblivious humans, and seeing how strong and handsome the young man was, she fell madly in love with him.

For the next few years she stayed close by him, blessing his flowers and watching his every move, pining for a life together in his arms. Not realizing that the tiny creature was actually in love with him, he in turn replied to her flirtations with exaggerated praise. He was just happy to have won the approval of a lovely fairy. He hadn’t even considered that his words meant any more to her than hers had meant to him.

Gradually, the love struck creature began to shun her own kind. All they seemed to ever tell her was to give up on her mad obsession with a human male. It seemed that they clearly couldn't understand the depth of her love for him. No longer able to bear their constant negativity, she abandoned her fellow fae. She devoted herself to dark magics in an attempt to make herself part of the same world as the man she loved. She longed to finally be able to consummate her love in a way that was impossible for two beings of such disparate sizes.

Slowly, her own people gave up on her. They grew fearful of her increasingly mad quest for dark power. Finally, with a unhallowed pact, she sealed a bargain with the dark queen. Morrigan herself granted the fairy one single spell's use of her sinister majesty's own personal grimoire. Exultant to finally have the means to truly express all her hearts yearnings at her fingertips, she returned triumphantly to the gardener's cottage. But upon her return, she found him "entertaining" a beautiful human woman in his bed.

Consumed by rage and anguish, the now dark fae used the queen's grimoire for a very different spell than she had intended. She cursed both of the "betrayers" with a terrible curse. The flowers that the gardener had so loved and that the fairy herself had lavished with her own magic for so long, rose up and devoured both the mortals and the entire house.

On hearing his tormented cries, the fairy was suddenly struck with the horror of what she had done. It was too late. The spell had been cast, and what Morrigan's borrowed magic had evoked was far stronger than any the fairy herself possessed. She could no longer use the dark grimoire. Morrigan's loaned power had been spent. The tome would no longer open though she tried with desperate and frenzied fingers to pry the pages apart.

She watched in the horrific realization that she would never again see the beautiful, smiling face of the man she loved, tortured by the understanding that she herself had destroyed him. In her repentance and agony of spirit, she bound herself with a solemn vow. She pledged to forever guard the spot that would be her lost love's grave. There she has stayed for many long decades while the ruin of the once4 beautiful cottage has slowly been consumed by the earth.

To the local humans, the place now bears a dreadful name. The last house on the edge of the fens is said to be haunted by the ghosts of two lovers who angered the fae and paid the ultimate price for their folly. On moonless nights, it is said that if you listen closely, the eerie cries of the night birds sound disturbingly like distant screams of human anguish. At times the luminous eyes of dark creatures of Morrigan's malice can be seen shining out from behind the vine shrouded rubble.

The wise women of the nearby villages, make signs of warding and cluck omens of doom to any fool brazen enough to think to approach that forsaken ruin at night. "Watch out!" they cackle. "The fae of Rosemoor still jealously guards the place...

where men have forgotten."

©All original work copyright Barosus (Edward D Cates) 2017