Sorrel’s Journals Welcome to Wynter’s Tales and the Lavender Rose Chronicles. I’m Dark Aneres, your resident narrator and I’ll be bringing the world of Fae to you through the eyes of Fairy Bard, Sorrel Lovage. We’ll join Lavender Rose and her cronies in their adventures as they discover other-worlds and mythical lore. I’ll be bringing you stories of a time before the downfall of the Fae kingdom. Before The House of Fae fell into chaos and split into seven provinces. A time before our heroes set off to save their kingdom in their quest to crown the one true ruler of their realm. You may wonder who Sorrel Lovage is. She is a scholar who loves life and the planet she was created in. She is an activist who believes in fairness and equality. She is passionate and fun. But most of all, she is a gossip and a blogger. A bard who loves to dig into the past and reiterate other people’s misfortune and adventures. Sorrel Lovage’s By Line Through my journals I’m going to take you on a journey into the unknown as I unravel lies, and deceit through the adventures of our heroes and foes of The House of Fae First, let me introduce myself. I am a Fae born into a Kingdom which roamed the earth for a long time. But now our existence is fading as our land is destroyed and we are forgotten by the new caretakers. In my kingdom, I am low in the hierarchy. A nobody who wandered up and down corridors unseen. My parents were consorts in the queen’s court and were content for me to roam freely. To explore a court full of life, laughter, and intrigue. To spy on secret rendezvous as I hid in the shadows of nooks and crannies. I have lived more centuries than you’ll ever remember. My queen was here long before I was created. Ruling our people through wars which eventually brought peace. A peace we lived for three thousand years. Now that has gone, and our kingdom has fallen into seven provinces once more. During one of my many explorations of my home I came across an old Fae in a room far away from the main court and it was through him, my love of our lore grew. It was the old Fae, Trevelyan who escorted my sister, Laurel, and I to our first Summer solstice, to celebrate the longest day of the year. Fascinated by the stories of our people, it was then I knew I wanted to be a bard. A storyteller. To retell to others what I saw and discovered. To seep them into my joy at the beauty of the life we celebrated. From one summer festival, I fell in love with my people. With our lore and I have spent my life gathering this lore. It was at this summer festival I found my vocation and officially became Trevelyan’s bard apprentice. Time has marched on. Now we move with the modern times. We are lost to the people of earth. No longer do they believe in our existence. I have wandered through your land and once when I would be called bard, now I am nothing more than a blogger. For more than a millennium I have travelled your world and witnessed many changes. Until recently, well a century or two, I was contented to travel. To learn and discover a new world as it unfolded before me. That was until the changes inflicted began to affect my world. That the land of the Fae was dragged into a topsy turvy chaos. Like most pilgrims, I often returned home to celebrate our festivals. Yet, my last return was different. Now there would be no leaving my realm. No more roaming a world I once loved. I have grown weary. I am tired with what I see. Humans are destroying the world I love, and this destruction has fallen into my realm. My story begins where everyone has lost hope and I and others wonder If we can salvage the destruction that has shattered our homes and world. Yet to know how we arrive here; we must delve into the past. To happier times when everyone lived in peace. When foe were once friends.