It was long ago that the Fae had gone silent, separating themselves from the humans in hopes of preventing more war and bloodshed. For a millennia, they have kept themselves hidden, tucked away behind a veil of magic. But nothing lasts forever, not even the magic of the Fae.

It was an accident, an unfortunate one at that, that a changeling managed to slip through the cracks, thus birthing generations upon generations of Fae-human hybrids. The magic within the bloodline had lay dormant for all these centuries, until one little halfing in particular just so happened to wander too close to the veil that separated the world of man and magic.

Upon realizing their peace had been threatened, the Fae acted accordingly; hunting down the halfling and bringing it “home”. The fate of that little halfling would rest on the shoulders of the High Fae Council. Though, after a short deliberation, the High Fae decided it would benefit both worlds if the halfing stayed within the realm of the Fae, never to set foot in the human world again.

Of all the creatures within the Far realm, one in particular took a bit of a liking to the little halfling. Son of the King and Queen, Prince of the Faery; Lochlainn.