It is said that fairies would steal human children and replace them with their own. Yet the truth is much stranger and horride. For sometimes a human would steal a fae child and make speed with it to their realm. The border between the Fae and the human realm would act as a sheet of impenetrable glass for any fae trying to venture there. Thus, the mothers of fairies were confined, as a rat trapped in a barn, unable to follow their offspring into the hard and brittle world of humans.
The children of the Fae were often prized. They shone brighter somehow than their human counterparts. The humans paid no heed to where their magic came from. This was their gravest mistake.
Though not human, the fairy mothers felt as the human mothers did. They wept when their children did not return. They wrung their small hands when they found that no matter their magic, they could not enter the human realm. Some would stand at the border that led to the human world, to catch a glimpse of their child, as if through a looking glass, to see their light, but never to pass through.
And though oft famed for their magic, there was none that could penetrate that world and get their children back. Instead, it was the humans that tried to spin powerful glamours, to beguile the children with sweets and gifts. But fairy children have no need of gifts or treats. For them, the breeze was a gift and the leaves on the trees an enchantment. A single word or a stone in a pocket had power. No fairy child ever forgot their mother, no matter how the humans tried. They whispered the stories their mother once told them and made the shape of the moon each night before the fell asleep.
And they waited...
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