Fantasy Faire
April 21st to May 1st
A Charity Event for Relay for Life
Some beings just can't help it, and are drawn by the power. It swirls elegantly, butterflies forming as manifestations, fluttering in looping rings around the core crystal. Darkness and Light are trapped within, combating for supremacy, an ever present struggle mimicking that of the world.
Few can harness but a fraction of the power within. Few can gently glide a finger across the crystal, and come back unscathed.
It is a treasure, this crystal, and all it's power. It is also a bit of a curse, the denizens of the area now being forced to not only maintain their own lifestyle, but protect and take care of this embodiment of power. It protects them, and they protect it.
A few times every century, the power trapped within starts to leak. This attracts all manors of nasty creatures, from the depths of the waters the crystal gently whirls above, to far off lands, so different from those here.
In these times, they ask for help, gathering their strongest allies, from far and wide, to siphon off portions of the power.
Zet'streya was one of the few who could touch the power full on, and has touched multiple times over the years. She is very old, though her body may seem youthful and toned. Not much is known of her kind, other than to her people. It is said she holds a part of the divine, and she has a hand in both side, to better able her in restoring the balance of darkness and light. She also holds a piece of every creature of her homeland, big or small, within her, which leads to why she has such a unique appearance, even to her own people. It is also said she looked fairly normal(by her peoples terms) when she was but a child, a priestess of her peoples Deities.
When the time is near, and the call goes out, she always comes. Maybe once, in the years past, someone knew the reason why. Her people say she has never traveled to any other land, for any other reason.
A festival is always held, for she is one of the few that people enjoy to see come siphon the crystal. She is kind, even though she never talks. She seems to enjoy children and the small sprites and fae the most.
The time always comes, when she cannot help herself any longer, and she leaves the square, alighting with wing, to fly to the crystal. This is what the people wait for.
For some who can harness the power, they capture the power rings that flow outwardly from the core crystal. Zet'streya goes right to the core, touching it with hand, and all manor of light encases her. It is different than that of the manifestations the crystal seems to make. It is like a beam of light, hued nearly to her own colour, with sparks that burst off wherever it touched her. As she siphons, it gets brighter and brighter, until she seems to be encased in fireworks.
The people cheer, beholding the wonder that is she. Some only ever get to see this once in a lifetime, so it is a rare wonder to behold.
Once she harnesses all she can hold, she drops to the water, walking upon the surface, as she heads back to shore. If anyone ever paid that much attention, you could surmise it is the only hint as to how tasking it is to gather that excess power. I am sure she would fly, if she could, at that point.
She stays with us, for a week or so, after that. It is said she wants to make sure others don't overly collect from the crystal, once they arrive. It is said she does it to protect us, in the short time she is away from her own homelands. Some even whisper is it the crystal, that keeps her here, until she can unbind herself from the seductive threads or power.
Whatever it may be, the help is always there, and we are grateful. Interwoven is she, with our crystal, with our people. Horror the day that she does not heed our call. We say a prayer, a small thing,
Crystal Powercourse,
tendrils build and grow,
oh, the powerful force,
eager to let go.
Lady of Farlondun
heed our call,
oh, winged one,
so we do not fall.
Long Live Zet'streya.
Few can harness but a fraction of the power within. Few can gently glide a finger across the crystal, and come back unscathed.
It is a treasure, this crystal, and all it's power. It is also a bit of a curse, the denizens of the area now being forced to not only maintain their own lifestyle, but protect and take care of this embodiment of power. It protects them, and they protect it.
A few times every century, the power trapped within starts to leak. This attracts all manors of nasty creatures, from the depths of the waters the crystal gently whirls above, to far off lands, so different from those here.
In these times, they ask for help, gathering their strongest allies, from far and wide, to siphon off portions of the power.
Zet'streya was one of the few who could touch the power full on, and has touched multiple times over the years. She is very old, though her body may seem youthful and toned. Not much is known of her kind, other than to her people. It is said she holds a part of the divine, and she has a hand in both side, to better able her in restoring the balance of darkness and light. She also holds a piece of every creature of her homeland, big or small, within her, which leads to why she has such a unique appearance, even to her own people. It is also said she looked fairly normal(by her peoples terms) when she was but a child, a priestess of her peoples Deities.
When the time is near, and the call goes out, she always comes. Maybe once, in the years past, someone knew the reason why. Her people say she has never traveled to any other land, for any other reason.
A festival is always held, for she is one of the few that people enjoy to see come siphon the crystal. She is kind, even though she never talks. She seems to enjoy children and the small sprites and fae the most.
The time always comes, when she cannot help herself any longer, and she leaves the square, alighting with wing, to fly to the crystal. This is what the people wait for.
For some who can harness the power, they capture the power rings that flow outwardly from the core crystal. Zet'streya goes right to the core, touching it with hand, and all manor of light encases her. It is different than that of the manifestations the crystal seems to make. It is like a beam of light, hued nearly to her own colour, with sparks that burst off wherever it touched her. As she siphons, it gets brighter and brighter, until she seems to be encased in fireworks.
The people cheer, beholding the wonder that is she. Some only ever get to see this once in a lifetime, so it is a rare wonder to behold.
Once she harnesses all she can hold, she drops to the water, walking upon the surface, as she heads back to shore. If anyone ever paid that much attention, you could surmise it is the only hint as to how tasking it is to gather that excess power. I am sure she would fly, if she could, at that point.
She stays with us, for a week or so, after that. It is said she wants to make sure others don't overly collect from the crystal, once they arrive. It is said she does it to protect us, in the short time she is away from her own homelands. Some even whisper is it the crystal, that keeps her here, until she can unbind herself from the seductive threads or power.
Whatever it may be, the help is always there, and we are grateful. Interwoven is she, with our crystal, with our people. Horror the day that she does not heed our call. We say a prayer, a small thing,
Crystal Powercourse,
tendrils build and grow,
oh, the powerful force,
eager to let go.
Lady of Farlondun
heed our call,
oh, winged one,
so we do not fall.
Long Live Zet'streya.
