A treatise on the deviant immortals known as ‘The Fae’ and primer to the ephemeral realm in which they dwell, ‘The Never Never.’
-The following codex has been compiled from fireside stories, historical tomes, expeditionary research as well as the personal experience of Archivist Dahlia author of this work.
There is another world out there akimbo to our own. This realm is place has come to be known by many names. The Faen, The Fair Lands, Midsummer, The Faded Glade, among countless others. To the denizens of this fabled place, however, it is known as The Never Never, Grand Kingdom of the Fae peoples. It is a land hidden away from sight and sensation by a gauzy veil cast over our senses; a tenuous, fragile thing but one seldom waived aside. This other world has been there since the first mortal dared dream. The Never Never always just out of reach but close enough to be glimpsed in the periphery of thought and sensation, to infringe upon adventurous minds as much as those same minds etch their maker's mark on The Fae Folk.
"So why has no one noticed before?" you might ask, well, many have, but the vast majority of Mortalkind are far too busy or skeptical to put it all together. Mundane lives devour and demand the complete attention of all five senses leaving nothing to touch, taste, smell, see or hear what may lay beyond. So many blind deaf mutes buying in to the distracting machinations of life, failing to look up from a plethora of pathetic problems long enough to take notice. Paradoxically, others look too closely, straining their senses with ravenous expectation as to be blinded by the fervor of their search.
There are countless ways for a mortal human to transcend The Never Never's ephemeral borders. One steeped in fiery passion or overflowing joy is akin to a siren song to many of the Fae, drawn to extremes of emotion. Another may dare let their imagination run wild and free, so rebellious of thought that mortal civilization would oft brand them insane but The Fae are drawn like moth to flame. Dreams are the most common contact mortals have with the denizens of the Never Never; ever had a Dream you could have sworn was real? Don’t simply write it off as a flight of fancy, the Fae may have been whispering and watching. The dreaming mind grants a fuzzy and distorted vision of the Fair Lands as if viewing through the ever shifting spectrum of a kaleidoscope. Furthermore the drug taker's addled mind, the Wizard's true sight and the depths of Hypnosis all burn away the fragile facade separating worlds like the sun might the wispy clouds after a springtime rainfall. In truth it doesn't take much to chip away at the tenuous boundary, one just needs to know where to swing the proverbial pick ax.
Born of emotion, imagination and Magic, the denizens of the Never Never.
So what of the The Never Never's immortal denizens, the Fae? Mischievous, audacious and endlessly diverse these are the beings that have given like to fireside tales, legend and fable since mortals began weaving story and myth. Many are better known by Mortal given names such as Saytrs, Centaurs, Sirens, Pixies, Nymphs, Elves, Llamia and so very many more. It would be an impossible task to catalog all the forms Fae kind assumes. Instead know that if it has been told of in Fairy Tale or brought to life in the pages of a novel it is likely that a Fae creature influenced such creativity, or perhaps it is very much the opposite, a mystery among the many I doubt I will ever resolve.
Naming aside it is perhaps far more educational to discuss how the plethora of species collectively known as the Fae behave. The truth is however, they are as ephemeral to mortal understanding as the mysteries that lay beyond the veil of death. These are truly creatures of whimsy and impulse living moment to moment, no future, no past, only the now. Law has no place in the Never Never, timeless immortality harkens no necessity for rule giving rise to a society without concept of consequence. Many of mortal kind would dub it a land of anarchy but that is far from truth. There is order to the Fae but it is their making, it is not my place, not our place as mortals to guess at their minds and laws.
Beyond ephemeral legalistics the Fae disobey the natural law of entropy as well. Their bodies are enchanted, for lack of better terminology, indestructible, immortal suffused with Magic. Pain is simply another sensation to these creatures, immortality quelling Mortal anxiety. Harm can be inflicted but it is only ever temporary. A Fae's life cannot be snuffed by Mortal or kin Fae their boundless magic fueling astounding regenerative properties always returning to their natural state, pristine perfection.
Deviance and exemption to the realities of Moral existence has forged a society that shares little with our own appearing utterly bizarre to any looking in from without. For example considering the anomalous properties of the Faerie brood chronicled above and adding to them feats of high magic as exotic as teleportation, shape changing and everything in-between it is easy to extrapolate that the Fair Folk cannot be forced into any situation in which they would not wish to participate. This makes the implications of extreme circumstance, such as rape, confusing and foreign concepts to them. Rape is used here as an example to illustrate just how vast the gulf between our species is; Mortal races find rape among the most abhorrent of acts after all. It speaks to the truly alien nature of these creatures that they do not find this and similarly offensive acts so. As creatures of mischief and theatre and ruse many Fae actually seem eager to take on deviant roles that embrace such themes oft delivering a thoroughly convincing performance in doing so.
All of the previously mentioned influences culminate in a society populated by beings that doggedly pursue an alien definition of pleasure. They pluck ripe all the fruits life has to offer savouring the intense emotion and exquisite sensory delights that accompanies each indulgence. The Faerie Folk act without inhibition or even concern for a newly discovered playmate, they are seldom coy, if one appears so it is safe to assume a theatre act. They take a mischievous pleasure in luring mortals to salacious acts, encouraging hedonistic desires or luring out the depraved and buried depths of mortal imaginations. To hear the siren call of the Fae, to be their quarry of flesh is to experience perfect execution of purest seduction. These seductive lures have been the cultural roots of legend and Fairy tale for years. The Sirens call the song of the pied piper and countless more.