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Dancing Faces
By Winter
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Rating: PG
Summary: 'They danced and danced, caught within that immortal coil, faded shadows of what was, all that is left of a people once grand, they dance …'
In a land once gay, where the colors were warm and brilliant, there lived a race of people whose beauty rivaled that of the rising sun. They were called the Fae. A powerful race, these immortal folk with time grew prideful and vain; tempting the anger of the omnipotent; that race that was first, they who created the land, the people in it, and who bestowed upon said people the ability to wield magic.
Centuries passed and the immortal's attentions turned to the race of man, for matters of state had long since lost their brilliance. Turned cruel from the long years of idleness and mischief there came a time when the race tested the limits of their creators patience, causing in their own banishment from the mortal realm.
Thus they found themselves isolated in a world forgotten and gone cold, as such things will when ignored. Unsatisfied, the final knot of the Fae's noose was tied when they attempted to take the very city called Parądisǚs: utopia.
Enraged, the first race stripped them of everything they had. Then cast them back into their realm, now called simply Underground, for no better fitting a title for a place as truly repulsive as that did it deserve. Bereft of their beauty, all but what little magic they were born with, and any wits at all, the Fae were left to their own devices once again. They soon became known as Goblin.
When it became glaringly obvious that their creations could no longer fully take care of themselves, the first race too pity; they are, after all, not a truly cruel race. They chose the cleverest of all Goblins and restored to him his wits and magic, though not his beauty leaving only a magical illusion visible, and placed Jareth, as he was called, upon a thrown; declaring him king above all goblins.
In the years that passed, slowly the anger of the first race faded until it was merely a distant memory to all. While anger can fade the consequence could not and the race once known as faery could never be restored, not in the living world at least. Therefore a midground was found and a place of dreams created where the Fae could come and relive their vanished luster; a place where they could revel and party as they had been prone to do in ages past.
So that is where they stay, that is where they chose to exist now, in a land of dreams and illusion. Where they can be as they were, the only remembrance a goblin mask upon their faces.
Lost now to any semblance of reality, what was their rediscovered paradise is now their gilded cage. For they cannot escape, they cannot leave, they are there for eternity… even their king has given himself to such a place, the living world far too unbearable now that he has been judged and found wanting.
So they danced and danced,
Caught within that immortal coil,
Faded shadows of what was,
All that is left of a people once grand,
They danced for eternity.
Garish masks upon their faces,
Clothed in tattered finery of bygone years,
They dance…
Wild and chaotic, much like the people
Who dance it,
A never ending swirl of washed out color
Even though time has no meaning there,
For you see
There is only forever,
Not long at all,
In that place called the Underground
Underground…
Finis
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