Faerie Wars

Date: 1/6/2017

I spent the total span of four years in lucid dream. I was tiny, the size of a sparrow, and had iridescent wings of tropical color. I was in a faerie community, where humans didn't exist, on a completely different planet. There were three different races of faerie, the middle class of which were Alcoderns: zebra like centaurs, except instead of black and white, they were grey, highlighted by a various array of colors, all in spectacular brightness, in a distinct pattern for each. They were the race responsible for most of the high intelligence jobs of the faerie community, such as medical work, teaching children (of all races), and organizing the safety plans for the community. The highest class, and responsible for security and authority to keep the peace between races, were the Bidarons. These majestic, muscular creatures most closely resemble bison, but with talons to replace hooves, and sharp, lion like fangs (though they were herbivores, like the rest of faerie kind). Their rough, bristled coats were of a sandy, almost sunset like hue. This race was considered the tie breaker between the Alcoderns and the Triya, the final race. The only race with the capability to fly, Triya were more rare than the other two races. Because of their tiny, birdlike size and their fragile bones, they struggled to find a place in society. Many went on to serving work, like waiting tables, keeping a library, or carrying mail. Because of their size, they were often employed to do fine work, and some became surgeons and doctors alongside the Alcoderns. In brilliant colors and variety of plumage, similar to birds of paradise or hummingbirds, these tiny humanoid creatures had clawed feet, yet delicate and supple arms and hands. They were by far the fastest of the races, though they were often looked down upon because of their seemed impracticality. I woke up a Triya one morning, one of a higher class family in the Triya race. My heritage consisted of the fastest fliers and the brightest colors, and I was pioneering a way for the Triya to help both Alcoderns and Bidarons. I worked with both races to provide an emergency alarm system, as well as care for the elderly. I organized patrols of the safe borders, all of which reported back to our Bidaron protectors. Though my program to involve the Triya youth was a huge hit, many of the other races thought I was crossing a cultural line, that I was out of place. They were convinced I had to be punished, and possibly suffer banishment into the Unknown. Now, there was one great enemy that united us. All lived in terror of the thought. Only the Bidarons, and select Alcoderns, had ever laid eyes on one. Huge creatures, with lumbering feet and heavy eyes. They were deformed, all of them, with mechanical parts replacing joints and limbs. In hushed whispers, they were referred to as the Cursed. One morning, the Triya alarm sounded. The Triya patrol had been attacked. The whole community began a stampede, fleeing the terror of the monsters that haunted their darkest thoughts. Many died. I'm tired of typing 😂 if you think I should continue, leave me a comment and I'll include part two.