Season Two: Episode Eighteen: A Fey day gone sour

Fey day, in its own way, is a time for celebration.
It has its traditions, little quirks, a feywild congregation. 
But traditions as with all things, have to start some place; 
a child's rhyme, lost to time, leaving not a trace.
The fey, I fear, are simple things just like a worm in Mud; 
the origins of all Fey Days begin and end with blood.

Screaming into the void

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