[These documents penned by Arien Siar’luin record the events of the Serenwilde and Lady Lisaera from 393 CE – 400 CE. The re-occuring documentations may be added to as more of the Lady Lisaera’s actions influence the Basin of Life.]

 

 

~Upon the Silver Haze of a Waking Dream~

 

Dated the 23rd of Dvarsh, in the year 393 CE:

 

Somewhere in the eventide, my mind grew rather bleary after speaking with some of the guards at our Mother Moonhart Tree. In doing so, I had almost failed to notice the cascade of butterflies, both blue and silver kissed around me, fluttering with beats of their wings. I was drawn to one in particular, whose mien was of silver, for it was the Lady who had said we must trust them. Speaking to it, as a normal mortal would, I said I would follow.

 

The adventure was elusive, and rather fun, I must admit. To seek through both floor and canopy for the little creature whose gleam was often a bit mischievous for a member of the insect family. I found myself trailing towards our Lady Lisaera's Temple. In awe, I pondered a moment, whether my eyes had shown me true, or was it just perhaps a walking dream of our Lord Hoaracle's design.

 

The butterfly entered the falls, dipping its wings as it made way to Her sacred space. And there, it fluttered and stopped at the Valley of the Mother. After this moment, though, my friends, I saw no more of my companion. Even after sitting a few moments among the brook, I felt in my heart that this was the place of its origin of these manifestations.

 

Though we know of these butterflies to be also of the Caoimhe Dell, the symbolism is prevalent in the creature's wings - That it would return to a place where it could be protected, in the valley where its cradle is blessed with the grace of a mother's love.

 

Continue to watch the forests for their signs, follow them, and take note, Serenwilde,  that something stirs.

 

~In which the Lady Lisaera split, and the fae were threatened~

 

Dated the 4th of Shanthin, in the year 393 CE:

 

Grave news hovers upon the horizon, yet, we must hold fast, and have hope. For these words here are far from pleasant, and nor do they bear good portents.

 

The Lady Lisaera is in need of our help, for She is somehow divided. We ask from the Lisae, that all of your hunting and influencing be offered to Her to bolster Her strength, which wanes drastically now. And as to how this has happened, there are several theories:

 

*The butterflies of silver are essence of Her in the forest made manifest, bleeding outwards from Her form due to Her love for the forest. This is how She had become divided, perhaps.

 

*The butterflies have some effect on her essence in the forest, which is why the forest cares so.

 

Ryylaet, Selskia, Gabriella, Mistral and myself know much more. But as writing it down, I cannot as of yet make it a long story.

 

Simply, that after the threat of the Fae of Nil earlier in a weave before this, the Lady Lisaera when spoken to about the Enchantress and the Lord of the Hunt separated into three aspects, and fled my sight. This month, those of the Lisae felt Her connection, but I was only able to arrive, due to Shadowlings, especially one named Xenthos questioning Her as to the well-being of the fae, She was unable to answer for she could not hear our mortal voices, and once more separated back and forth from one being to three, until shattering Her Fulcrux with damage, She was no more there. The cry of a wolf sounded across the lands, and while we stopped to investigate at Verasivir it was really the cry of Hinagar, the wolf companion of the Lady Lisaera.  

 

Ryylaet, upon suggesting that the butterflies symbolize another rebirth or creation through nature, caused the butterflies to appear all around us in Her Realm, as we spoke further. After listening to the advice of Hinagar, we turned to the Lady Aesthete, whom we were lucky enough to hold audience with. She spoke of how there were few healers left in this Realm to repair the damage, but also mentioned that it might be wiser to allow this power to run its course. With this in mind, we all scattered, and here now, I write this missive for all of you.

Though some of you may not be Lisae, I do willfully beg you with my whole heart to continue to watch for signs of the Lady Lisaera in this volatile time. Encompass Her in love, as I do, keep hope, work together in hunting and other activities to bolster Her connection to us. Please, give to Her all you can to spare, so that we may still have time to restore Her.

 

~Visions and portents~

 

Dated the 5th of Roarkian, in the year 393 CE:

 

This weave has been a chaotic ride, but with fortitude, I write to you Serenwilde of the events in a condensed version:

 

The butterflies returned to Serenwilde. We discovered that those of the blue transform via the Moonfalls or the Silver Weald into those of the silver-like, which the Lady says we must trust. We spoke to Miakoda, who mentioned many things eluding to the dread elixir of Fain, which was destroyed a long time ago after the Lady Lisaera had broken up Her heart. Mistral spoke of a theory of how more power might be needed for the forest, so that these butterflies can continue to transform.

 

 

Gabriella arrived in her waking, and I summoned her to come, so that she may review these things that we knew. In this, the fates decided more must come, and Telperion spoke to me of strange happenings within Celest, of the Deciever filth and Her strange Song. I summoned him to the nexus, and after saying that there could be eyes and ears where we could not see them. Gabriella and myself directed the assembled company of Selskia, Kazel, Ryylaet and Mistral along to the Realm of Maylea.

 

In the Bloom of Serenity's sacred space, we began discussion of what had happened to the Carver of Waves, and how that may somehow tie in with the Enchantress. As I was about to speak, a vision passed through me, and my connection to the Goddess of Wisdom. I saw the roots of the Serenwilde extend and thrive, as Her power seemed to meld more inside of the forest itself.

 

'For you, My children,' Her voice, uttered unto me, and I felt Her smile and I shed Her tears. While there was pain, there was also peace, and even as I was dragged up from my trembling knees we swiftly moved towards Her Fulcrux. It was a shock to feel my link to my Beloved fade away like the stars in the night, and I assumed the worst. All those around me began to panic, but Gabriella stood fast. I soon found my feet as well, as we ascended towards the peak of Avechna.

 

We arrived at the Fulcrux, and Hinagar, companion of the Lady, was there. We questioned him desperately, and found that the Lady had not yet fallen to this consumption, that she was attempting to reach out with Her lucidity. Relieved, our conversation turned to darker things, and those of the conversations we had last weave with the Maeve. This led to the conclusion that there may be more to the amaranth brand of Maeve than meets the eye.

 

Hinagar has advised us that we must protect these butterflies at all costs. We must continue to bolster the Lady and the forest, and be observant of what other things may come. We must all do this, for the sake of our community and our Lady. For the safety of us all and our Goddess, we must do this. We are the shelter, we are basala'oren Seren.

 

~A visitation~

Dated the 25th of Urlachmar, in the year 394 CE:

 

The Lady Lisaera came unto the Ethereal after a short span in Her Fulcrux and spoke that we must allow the forest to consume Her to those assembled, among them Mistral and Inzaias. Serenwilde, She does this for all of us, as well as another - The Lord Charune. She wishes for the Children of the forest to know of Her love eternal, as well as grant a penance to the one She could not find upon Her return. Though, I cannot agree with Her will, it is my sworn oath to uphold it.

But I am not without hope. For Nature's cycle must be embraced, in death, in life and in the experience it brings as well as transformation. Her last advice before parting with me, was this:

 

"Trust in the silver, watch the skies."

 

~Hope comes, darkness is forseen~

Dated the 18th of Shanthin, in the year 394 CE:

 

The Silver Goddess had appeared unto us on borrowed time to provide us with sight to assist in Her recovery earlier this weave. Upon this the Lady told us that She was not to be consumed as She thought by the Forest, but preserved. And in this, from Her fulcrux, we traveled to the Temple entrance where She showed us images from the pool. Many of the visions dealt with the silver butterflies, and how the location of the cocoon was hidden from our sight. But one vision has haunted me for some time as I ponder the nature of what may come to pass if we are not to be vigilant.

It was beaks, extended talons, ripping these delicate creatures apart, their silver blood falling from the cocoon, leaving partial corpses strewn about it in a violent fashion. Whispers of darkness, and shadow come, my kin, felling the innocent products of transformation and renewal. We cannot allow this to pass.

 

Whatever comes Serenwilde, we must protect the butterflies and its home of the cocoon, obscured deep within a cavern they made themselves. As the Lady faded away into a silver mist, She urged us to remember our strength, and to remain vigilant for when the Forest reveals the location of the cocoon.

 

~ A chink in stone~

 

Dated the 8th of Juliary, in the year 395 CE:

 

Earlier this weave, the butterflies of silver once more ascended to the skies through the canopy of the forest. I found myself aware immediately of their presence and turned to follow them along the northwestern side of Serenwilde. After some time, one led me back to the beginning of Moon River and disappeared into the realm of our Ethereal Maiden. As the little creature circled the entirety of the valleys, passing the sapling that extends to the Weald it brought me into the inner depths of the temple to the gathering place.

Now, for the few who have been within such a sanctum, it is full of light and wonder for it being a cavern of such great size. The sky meets it, and it holds a regard to capture the light of Mother Moon. The little creature was determined, as its legs furiously worked to dig within such a thick, stone ceiling. It pushed until it could no longer, and fell to its death and vanished. Much aggrieved, I called upon the people of the forest present at the time Fionn, Yvonari and Anjou, who answered swiftly.

We saw this happen to at least three or four more butterflies before it had ceased, as we attempted to test a theory that perhaps it might be better to dig from overhead to reach what the butterfly might have been seeking. However, this was interrupted by the unexpected presence of the Maiden. But before she arrived, my head began to pound horridly, the visions of the claws and bloodied corpses of the butterflies scattered about the ground. A voice spoke through their tiny legs digging furiously at the earth, warning us that we must remain vigilant and watch the heavens. Feeling nauseated, as my brow focused with pain, the Ethereal Maiden entered thus. Looking to the butterflies, She happily announced that She had often seen them here, and left them be to their business to create the growing hole in the ceiling. There is as well, something to be said of the storms above the basin, for somehow, according to the Lady Maiden, they appear to make Her stronger.

After some attempts to key the sweet Maiden to the events, She began to split into the aspects of mother and maiden, their brief vision concerned with the hole that we had been drawn to by the attention of the creatures. But at once, She snapped back to one singular form. Even as I persisted, She did insist that She was happy, and well, and not to worry for Her health, for Her humor was quite joyous. Before She could depart, a great power fell upon the cavern as the Silver Trinity appeared, their eyes turning to each of us to speak of how the power of Lady Lisaera was continuing to grow, and how She would be whole once more. After a joining of hands, their mouths open in a gale of wind as they disappeared to leave the Maiden trembling.

 

~In the wake of death and spells~

 

Dated on the 4th of Roarkian, in the year 396 CE:

 

The forest once more rises with life and destruction.

Creatures with talons and bloodied beaks descended upon the skies, tearing apart many of the butterflies which are vessels for the Crone who sleeps. Silver blood was spilt upon our sacred ground, as many of our people including Feyr, Emmaline, Ryylaet and Selenity along with myself scoured the forests, unable to find the creatures responsible.

 

After a while of this repeating to our displeasure, I spoke with Lady Lisaera who directed us back to the Moonhart Mother Tree.

As all gathered, the Maiden imparted unto us that we must assist her in weaving a spell to reveal these creatures as well as their Master, whom is an Elder of the persuasion of our enemies. Due to the great assistance of those assembled, we gathered the necessary ingredients with haste in both the prime and ethereal planes of the Basin. As the last supplies were placed within the bowl of offering in the Lady's Fulcrux, the spell began, and with rapt eyes we observed the unveiled nature of which of Them may be behind this attack upon the forest and the Maiden herself.

After much of the storm calmed and the spell done, the Ethereal Maiden came to rest among us once more and told us that during the great unveiling that these creatures - The hawks, are to be killed on sight. As for the identity of the Elder, we know it could only be of two, for it was in the outline of the soot of the dead a womanly guise.

I advise the Serenwilde to remain secretive about the nature of these events, for the Crone is still not among us, and there is a long way to go until such things are concluded. Speak no Elders names upon your lips, if they be foul against us and are enemies of the Goddess both new and old. Bear Nature's wrath, wildelings, and destroy the hawks and gather their corpses in the name of the Maiden. We await the time until we must battle and continue to assist the Lady Lisaera in destroying the enemy at hand, and knowing more of their identity.

 

~Cowardice Revealed~

 

Dated the 20th of Roarkian, 396 CE:

 

Upon this weave we have made gathered evidence that the tainted filth of the Engine, known as Magnagora has been assisting the Elder Goddess responsible for the attacks upon the Forest and the Ethereal Maiden. The one named Esca of Magnagora was seen by the Heir Avurekhos as the offender led several nighthawks into our borders. This escalated to full skirmishes upon the roads, and the seas. For we now know that it is due to the wickedness of the Deceiving One, that these nighthawks are able to be beckoned and follow Her servants. Battles raged in our southern and northern borders as the creatures of the city rampantly released these hawks within our territory. It was to the courage and valiance of many, such as Erebos, Emmaline, Fionn, Selenity, Kazel, Avurekhos, Niina, Feyr and Lyaden that the forest is actively in defense of its lands. Their service and amazing efforts led to stalwart defense, so much so that our enemies tired and crawled back to their lifeless abode - For the moment...

 

Wildelings, truly I tell you, that these nighthawks have grown strong against our own adversity. The Magnagorans are able to beckon these nighthawks, and there is likely a theory that they can tell when they are being attacked, and can allow them to escape with ease and release them elsewhere. We must destroy them, and submit them to the cocoon within the Inner Temple of the Ethereal Maiden.

 

Use all of your skills to lock our borders tight, if necessary, summon guards to these positions if the fighting grows to be worse without the necessary warriors at hand. Scent regularly when upon both prime and ethereal, for they have attacked us at all fronts to distract from the nighthawks entrance into the forest. They also make use of the carriages upon the highways to release them, as well - So be aware of that. Those who cannot fight, I suggest quietly pushing to gather power we lose during skirmishes while those defend our lands, and gather pixies and fae for their duties to our forest.

 

~Transformations~

 

Dated the Vestian 16th, 397 CE:

 

The Hallowed Crone burst from the cocoon upon this weave with a vengeance, rising upwards to challenge the Enchantress who had foolishly thought that She could steal the Crone’s essence. After banter regarding such things within the heavens, the great moonfire wreathed threateningly within the Crone's hands, only to pause and fawn pity uponthe one who was once more than She was. Drocilla, the Enchantress was left unharmed for the moment, as the predatory nighthawks now circled above the forest canopy's reach - No longer to interfere. Even in the wake of this one mysteriously was found in the Dell.

 

And so after the last creature was slain, the Silver Goddess, Ethereal Maiden now Crone, is amongst us at full strength once more, thanks to the dedication and striving perseverance of the First Forest. But, strangely, as we had observed in the growing of the cocoon, a man's presence and spirit entered the mind of the butterflies as well as visions for the people of the forest. The result was that when the cocoon broke, it rose to the northwest of the cavern.

 

Elthadean Lunseer, a spirit of the past, was within this new place, called the Hollow of Transformation where a great pillar had been erected, and the seasons of Nature represented. It was then, that we learned that this-spirit-now-flesh had assisted the Crone in healing by bonding to her spirit and allowing her to grow within the cocoon he constructed for them both. In return for this, an exchange of loyalties was made, and he was sworn in as a Priest of the Lady.

 

The Lady Lisaera soon had to depart, to tend to the affairs of seeking more of what the Enchantress might be planning, intent on protecting Her beloved Serenwilde. This left Elthadean to speak his story about wandering amongst the paths of death, seeing the eons pass, but never touching them. He came across the spirit of the Crone that he found instant connection and trust with, though his spirit was weak, his heart was strong enough to carry out the task of aiding the Lady Lisaera, in the aspect of the Ethereal Maiden alongside us through this bond in the cocoon.

 

~Abominations of the Eaf~

 

Dated Avechary 15th, 400 CE:

 

Some time has passed now, and the endless seasons turn forever onwards as the Lady and Her Children dance along them in a flurry of change. The newness of things always gives perspective, and upon the past few years, where I have recorded very little. But in fact, there has been more going on in the passages of time than the previous interactions with the Argent Lady. For, once more, the children of the Awakened Spirit, the fae come under threat as the discovery of the Xeeth Laboratory had come and gone near the years of three-hundred and ninety-eight after the coming of Estarra, and that of the next year.

 

Once more the Silver Lady, embodiment of the Silver Trinity, Arien had discovered that She knew very little of what had happened that corrupted the fae until Arien Siar’luin had pointed to Her the events that had gone. We have found little resolution as will still search for how to stop these abominations called the eaf. Which is merely an insult to what the fae have stood for, being titled as such.

 

Her Wrath consumed Gaudiguch, upon the time She recognized the folly, saying that She would be looking over them always as a warning for those who dared kill the fae and lead them into a quilted work of horror.