It was Radella Airmid of Caoimhe who first suggested cleansing the fae
in the Lo'varai Spring, one of the twin springs from which the Well of
Souls originates - for the Well had been let dry by the machinations of
Magnagora throughout the months leading up to this point. With each fae
cleansed, their spirit would join others in hiding within the severed
Wydyr Glade, waiting for some signal of hope - or for they, too, to
succumb to Maeve's influence.

Days would pass before Laeroc appeared in Maeve's tree, glancing up
constantly towards her throne room, obviously nervous. Those of
Glomdoring and Serenwilde would probe him, and he did say the one thing
they sought - though Night and Moon were weak, together, with the
assistance of the purified fae, they might be able to weaken Maeve
enough to allow her to be slain and purified in the Caoimhe spring.
Unable to withstand being away from Maeve any longer, he rushed into her
throneroom, in hopes of speaking sense to her - though with a torturous
embrace and a tainted kiss, Laeroc was gone, only to emerge days later
as the Dame's Canvas, a victim of Maeve's newfound love for Nifilhema's
art.

As the months would go by other denizens of the Faethorn would return or
be caught elsewhere by the guards and Laeroc, they too being dragged
into Maeve's nightmare of corruption and demonic conversion. The fae
girl, once half-imp, became one fully beneath Laeroc's kiss, which
damned her to a tainted existence. Butter, later, was caught by Laeroc,
while she and Kielo were attempting to gather the wayward puffball bits
of her son. Reborn as the Mistress of Wicked Instruments, Butter
Sweetpease would soon set out to search for her husband, to drag him,
too, into the Nightmare Nifilhema had created.

Worried that any further delay would risk the empowerment of Maeve,
Lhiannan and Albion instructed the two covens of Night and Moon to call
upon, together, the Great Spirits they served. And so they did at the
coming dusk and they, with the essence lent by the purified fae,
assaulted Dame Maeve, slashing the Apostle with ribbons of ethereal
energy and dissipating the clouds of taint about her that protected her
from harm. Maeve, in rage, descended into the Faethorn, though was
quickly dispatched - fleeing to her Throne Room, the communes caught up
with her and ended her wicked reign.

Placing her body within the Lo'varai, the communes waited eagerly for
something - and so it began, as Maeve, and then all of the Faethorn,
were restored, rubbing their eyes as if waking from some terrible dream.


Penned by My hand on the 4th of Roarkian, in the year 241 CE.