When the world was young, magic ruled the world before science, and technology, ran wild. When magic ruled, and the gods didn't hide. Beasts and creatures roamed our world but none more well known than the Fey. Creatures of extraordinary magical abilities. Though an unending lust, desire for the flesh of man, and the nector they consumed. Had nearly caused a great disaster. It was felt if they were not satisfied that they would bring danger and mischief to all around them.

It leads to them pulling more dangerous stunts, luring the sons of Adam to their grasp. Till one day, a warlock of a legend A warlock so powerful that even the Fey could've mistaken him as one of their own. A Warlock who had seen things from our world and the world's outside. Where no man dreaded to look into, the warlock is known as Starswirl.

Starswirl had gone towards the Queen one night and negotiated, his Staff at hand as they spoke through the night until finally, an agreement came. Those of fairy blood or masters of the arts would leave this world, Stripping the world of all magic. And travel to a new land. Land of power, a world without the likes of man to bring what it wanted. Though under the condition, they would never come unless summoned, or that every Hundred years, they would take a single human and be bound to their world, for their enjoyment for what they may need.

It wasn't a fair deal, but it was all they could agree on. So Starswirl nodded, and soon by the last dawn, on the previous day. Those who had the blood of old, and held power over magic, would vanish from this earth without a trace. It would be that in time, the world would forget about magic. Without it, they would adapt and create. But also destroy, but in time, they believed that magic was nothing but stories passed on. It was then the world of science ruled the world.
It was said on nights when the wind blew right, and the moon was full if you were off in the forest alone— If you stood in just the right spot. You could almost hear the sounds of laughter. And the songs that the fairies would play. Though if that was the last thing you would ever hear. Who knows. But in truth. Few had ever returned to tell the tale.

It was a warm autumn night. Not a cloud in sight. The wind’s howled through the trees. Their wailing sounds calling out towards no one. They sang the songs of nothingness as they roamed passing from tree to tree. As they pushed them away. They were unbound and as free as any being. While they roamed on, the forest these winds traveled was vast and desolated. The unending passion, while the forest was quiet. It didn’t mean that the woods were empty. The forest that most would refer to it as Rogues Hollow.

Rouges Hollow wasn’t always a forest, it had been much more than that. It was once a town. A town found in the north of Ohio, A simple farming town that, had made a good life for itself. It was a town that anyone could’ve enjoyed. You could’ve considered it a place where you might’ve shared apple pie with your neighbor and spent all day talking about nothing.

Nothing indeed. The town Of Rogues Hollow, was a pleasant place, especially in the early years. Some considered it a town where you could be yourself. No judgment, Hardly a care in the world. A home where a sheriff didn’t even need a pistol to run the town. Such a sight was rare, even at that time. Though most could say that even in this time. It was still a trial.

Now whatever had happened to the town of Rogue’s Hollow no one truly knows. Some say a fire had come over it whiping the town into nothing, and the trees slowly took over.

Some claimed the Indians did it. Wanting to take back the land. Take their home back, from the white man. Though nothing came from it. Though those that spoke to the tribes claimed that the land, was wrong. The land was sour. A land where the Wendigo resided, and Skinwalkers took upon flesh, and carnal distress.

Now whatever had happened to the peaceful and quaint town of Rogues Hollow. No one may ever no. Unfortunately, It might never be solved. The town was no more than a Roanoke. Things like this happened all the time.

The forest spread for miles; Land abandoned. Those that came close underwent— Something. No one had truly known what it was but those who tried to touch the land would’ve found themselves met with a terrible fate.

Now that lead to something, rumors of how Rouges Hollow was haunted— Haunted by something. Some claimed to have seen the very Devil riding a headless horse cackling off in the distance. While hunting the land for souls. Some claimed to have seen a Wendigo. The powerful beast as tall as the tree’s and just as skinny, with Antlers that matched a dear.

No one could ever really give a straight answer. But the forest of Rogues Hollow. It didn’t matter, it was it’s own land. A land that no one touched.

That was until one night — This night. A sole figure began walking down the road, a backpack on, a light jacket, that felt like a warm blanket against the cold chill. The man was slightly tannish. A scar over his right eye, with a crooked nose that looked as though it was broken multiple times. He was very lean. Though Traveling down on the road without eating much.

The bags over his eyes pretty much said it all, he was tired. Tired of traveling— Tired of moving around roaming. Though he was a rambling man, a gypsy soul that was born for leaving. He coughed slightly as he wrapped the coat over his back.

“Come on Spike, Let’s get going, We’ll rest later.” Hunter mumbled under his breath as he continued on. Walking for what seemed like hours. Spike never bothered as he kept walking. He didn’t know where he was going, He didn’t really even care.
Spike was a simple man a bustling man halfway through his twenties, Lean with a tint of muscle, with light tannish skin. Though with black hair that was off in a mess with a slight hint of Green on the edges. A reminder of a couple of years back when he thought it would be fun to dye his hair green and turn it into a mowhawk. Boy did that get him laughed at in school.

For Spike, the Road was where he was meant to be, living his life without walls. Just living his life— Sure he had problems, Some nights. It caused more trouble then he needed But the fact was. He felt Free. It was better then the alternative. The though of what the Alternative made Spike shudder at the idea of the Alternative. He reached down adjusting his pants as he continued walking off. Enjoying the sounds of nature playing. The way the owls hooted, the crickets chirping and even the snapping of twigs, was like music to his ears.

He rubbed his side as he continued on. Enjoying the silence and traveling not a care in the world as he moved on.

The next town I reach im grabbing myself a burger and fry. I’m sure I’ve got some spare cash. If not I’ll take up a job at a factory for a couple weeks before heading off.

Spike thought as he moved on. Normally that was the best bet for some money go into town find the local factory, or some job that could pay him a bit without asking questions take a few checks with a lump sum before heading off vanishing without a trace. Even in these times, you could get away with it. Especially with temp work. He just had to pass the piss test.

Though he never worried about those things. Who had time for taking a shit, and moving around not for Spike? He kept himself clean. He didn’t even bother smoking. The most he did was walk around maybe drank a little too much if he wandered into a bar. Though it wasn’t much. Just keeping to himself.

Like I would even bother getting myself in trouble. I don’t need the shit or a night in jail. He sighed walking onwards. He barely paying attention. Though that was when he heard the singing.

Now the singing was light at first coming off from the distance. He couldn’t help but imagine that they were from a band of teenagers hanging out by a bonfire. Smoking something, maybe even fucking while having a jolly good time. He wasn’t sure what teenagers did. It seemed like every other year teens got into doing something new— something stupid and it was harder to understand them. Even while in his late twenties. He found himself more confused by the recent Trends. It must’ve been what lead him to just move on and not talk to many people. Fuck Cell phones were just weird when he saw them some got bigger, while others looked a lot smaller.

Though the singing seemed to get closer. He couldn’t hear music. It was almost as if their voices were coming in closer. Hell the song sounded familiar like something he heard from an old movie.

I’ll take ye, away in a garden of shadows,

Come sweet being, it’s time to play

Fear not, our kindness as we pull away

From suffering and horror,

We take away the pain. We come to bring joy

Love, and lust, wonders and mystery

In the Garden of Shadows,

The Emeralds plains

Dance your worries away

Care some other day

Let this music play,

Come to our songs, and feel desire roll over us

For murdering such sins and bringing sweet pleasure.

Join us in a garden of shadows.

The singing was calling for him wanting him to come in closer. Spike was tempted actually wanted to move towards the singing. But a small part of him, stopped. He felt as though his legs couldn’t move. Like that small part the deepest and oldest instincts told him not to tread closer. To walk away, and never look back was screaming for him not to get closer.

Though the singing got louder, the feminine temptation calling over him. It felt enchanting. Like the Sirens of old. Spike was wanting to go towards the singing run towards it to embrace the sweet song. As he thought his instincts. He didn’t care if there was a chance that it would lead to his ultimate demise. He wanted to know who or what could’ve made such beautiful noise. It was there he pushed on his right foot took one step forward. Then his left. Before he finally began walking.

Fear not, our kindness as we pull away. He moved on walking past the tree’s moving around as he wanted to get in closer. As the voices softened more as he pull in. He ignored everything else around him as he began to see fireflies moving around him. It was out of seasons but he paid no mind. In a way they were lighting his way as they glowed in the night.

We take away the pain, and we come to bring joy.

Spike was tired of feeling Pain feeling trapped in this world. He felt as though he never belonged. He felt like an outsider looking in as he walked on. Especially with his parents the fuckers. Always wanting him to stay put get a fine job. He didn’t want to be in one place forever he wanted to be free. He wanted to travel the world. But they did everything to hold him back.

He even remembered the night he left. His father had locked the door, told him he couldn’t go out. It was his eighteenth birthday. So Spike did the only thing he did. He jumped out of the window, and he ran.

For murdering such sin, and bringing sweet pleasure. That sounded good, just freedom Something he wanted more than anything. While he got closer. The hooting of the owls the chirping of the crickets. Those were their instrument. Nature overwhelming the song. As he felt his head getting fuzzy. The song remotely moving on as it whispered louder. Spike shuddered, as he wanted to rip his clothes off. Which he practically did. He reached over pulling his backpack off and started undoing his shirt. Pulling it over his head, eventually he would put the backpack back on him as he walked off kicking his shows off. He didn’t care if he ran into a snake he wanted to be closer to those sirens who called for his heart. He began hearing giggling.

It was encouraging him to come closer. His head foggy as he started unlatching his pants and stood there. Wearing only his boxers, and his backpack.

His boxers didn’t last long as he stood there pale under the moonlight with fireflies glowing and getting closer to the singing as he shuddered more. Though before long he started stepping over mushrooms. Though he didn’t care, he was getting closer the music echoing around and in his ears as he soon began dancing spinning his body around his hips moving as he went with the songs.

“Oh god, please where are you?” Spike asked, his heart Racing as he moaned his body feeling warm even as the cold air pushed against him. The humming following the singing. He raced in closer. Tempted to leave the backpack behind. But he felt his body fight this. A small part of him was reminded,

Always take what you need, you never know what you might need. This backpack could save your life kid. So he followed it even though in a way he wanted to drop it. He continued on Dancing as he groaned hard. Before without warning. The singing would stop.

As Spike stood there in the middle of nowhere basically naked. The passion seemed to leave him. It was as if he was getting ready to settle down. As the wind brushed passed him. Though He couldn’t help but muttered was he finally gained control over himself.

“What the fuck?”

Spike was beginning to question why he was even doing this. As everything seemed to turn dead silent. Not even the crickets were chirping. No birds made their songs. There was only silence. A silence that spelled nothing but trouble.

“I have to get out of here. Get to the next town something.”

Though the fireflies began surrounding around him slowly swirling around going faster, and faster. Spike tried running though when he touched the green light. It caused him to fly back. As he gave a hard grunt.

“Fuck!” Spike tried pushing on, though suddenly without warning He was thrown into the air by some strange and mysterious force. He was looking around close to screaming in fear as he wasn’t sure what was going on. As he felt weightless. The Greenlight seemed to be getting brighter, and brighter. Spike’s body actually started to feel as if he was being stretched too thin. Hell, he wasn’t sure what was going on.

A long scream as he suddenly found everything going dark.

“Are you awake?” A voice said soft and feminine, This would cause Spike to stirred. His head was hurting as though he was dealing with a horrible hangover.

He pulled himself up as he groaned his throat felt so dry,

“Water,” Spike muttered as he began to finally open his eyes.

Standing right by him was a fairly gorgeous woman, soft auburn eyes. Long Black locks of hair that sparkled like the stars in the distance. She smelled like summer's rain. Though something about her was off, even with her pale skin that matched the glow of a midsummer's moon shining bright in the night, she had something off. That was when he noticed the wings on her back,
“Welcome Spike, I am Luna-- I am the Queen of the Fey.” Spike felt the urge to pass out right then, and right there. His head eventually falling back collapsing on the pillow.

Author's Note

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