Prologue
There is a place not known to man physically, but by man's dream. It is said not to exist, a fool's dream if you will. If so let it be a fool's dream. It is the unknown of man's heart, mind, and fate; these things seem almost impossible to comprehend. But, they are there, shimmering in vague memories. Only few can gain access to such dreams, some thought that such beings never existed. Like all things evil, such things did exist, and they received a name, the Cursed.
The Cursed are like shadows. Never tangible, but they are still visible. They are the essence of fear, worry, jealousy, and all other horrible things. Cast from the blessed realm of Violetmoor by the Fairy folk, the Cursed make nightmares. Successfully leading their victims into a state of panic, the Cursed thrive on fear. Their main prey is not on humans though, but on Fairies.
They trap the Fairy people in their own dreams, and there they stay until the end of time. Sadly, this is a fate worse than death. The Fairies can never escape their dreams, be it a happy one, or a nightmare. Although they appear to be asleep, once the Cursed have locked them in an everlasting dream, the affected will never return to their own world, and might as well be dead.
Can the Fairy folk resist such evil? Or are they doomed to live in fear for the rest of their lives? There are some that may answer such questions, while the rest are left to wonder. The Fairy Realm no longer exists, ours does, along with the memory of another life.
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