Note: The Awkward capitalization is on purpose. That's just how I roll. Thank you for reading this nameless story I wrote myself, even though it's published on ... It's not a fan fiction and is a completely original work. As such, there is no need for a disclaimer. This is something I wrote in my spare time, so updates will be sporadic at best. The other thing I will tell you is that the chapters may be updated or the structure of the story may change, as this is still a work in progress and the world building process hasn't been completed. But otherwise I have the general idea of the story down. Also, the story is rated T for possibly disturbing themes and violence in future chapters, so if you are not comfortable with that please be careful. And there is slight shonen ai (boy x boy) as well, very faint, but my yaoi trash self just couldn't resist the temptation. The best part about writing an original work is that your ships become a reality! That's all. -Furry Narwhals
To The Reader: A Preface to this Journal By Theodore Watterson
The Land of the Clovers was quiet. There was not a rustle in the seas of clovers of which the land was named, not a breath stirring the foggy air. The Ones Who Resided In The Fields were seemingly long gone, the little evidence of their existence no longer visible, seemingly erased by the winds of time. No creature dared to set foot in the vacant territory, that atmosphere of a looming disaster keeping many at bay, refusing to risk the Curse of which, while not openly spoken of, everyone kept in the back of their minds.
The hushed whispers of gossip and rumors flitting between the ears of people with too much suffering and not enough happiness tell of secret plots, of treachery and the selling out of one's own race. According to the village's busy-body housewife, Cassidey Maquireson, One oF The Fields orchestrated the destruction of Their own kind.
Others tell of a terrible sickness that wiped Them out, even with their supposed Mystical powers and advanced medicines. Or maybe a migration. There were many different theories as to what occurred to cause Them to seemingly Disappear.
But The Ones Who Resided In The Fields were not completely gone.
Yet another rumor being passed around depicts a remarkable picture. One Of The Fields was left behind, in a deep sleep from which They might never Awaken. A young One, not yet fully mastered the illusionary Skill that makes Them so elusive and Mystical.
If They can be awakened, the truth just might be in reach.
But there is much difficulty in curing an Ailment of which the origin is not known, seemingly impossible for a mere human. If a Fae were to try, maybe, but why would a fickle creature such as that help out a human? The only choice was to find a Gifted One. The rare anomaly where a human was born with a Skill.
Was there even One who possessed a Skill able to cure Ailments? The Ability to Cure is an incredibly rare Skill even among the Fae who possess gifts from birth. A human-even a Gifted One- had little chance of receiving it.
But that didn't stop those who were intrigued by the disappearance of The Ones Who Resided Among The Fields, including the king of the human realm.
Those Of The Fields' territory was rich in Mystical Elements, the like of which were rarely found in human lands. If the Humans were to obtain the Land of The Clovers, their kingdom would be sure to prosper.
So a reward was offered for anyone who could either prove that The Ones were gone from the land, and the place was traversable, or awaken the Sleeping One. The reward itself was fifty thousand Jemms, enough to fund a small castle town. So the Treasure hunters and Curious minds alike from the whole Realm of Skillful Creatures set out on a mission to find out the truth. Including myself, young as I am.
This Realm is filled with Dangers, and travel is not easy. In case I do not come back, I shall record the journey in my most Treasured Possession. If you are reading this, remember that no matter how strange or unreal the things recorded within these pages seem, it is all a record of true events. These things all happened to me, and they could happen to anyone else as well. So if you choose to join me on my quest, beware of the Dangers and Misfortune that befalls all who trespass upon the Land of the Clovers, and the domain of the Ones Who Resided In The Fields.
-Theodore Watterson