9th of May, 2026
And so as the people left, they took with them into the new lands the folk. With great effort they fought to make a place for themselves and their lives among the people of the new lands.
Alas, though they had fled from a great evil, another still lurked among their new neighbors. A darker evil than any they had faced in their long history.
The people fought the evil, and many resisted for a time, but through the long fight to be seen many submitted to the easy road. They gave up their ways, their stories, for a chance to be seen as equals among the new lands. After all, these lands were different, why would they keep the old ways, they thought, forgetting that the folk had followed with them.
And so they assimilated.
They forgot they had ever been anything but the color of their skin. They forgot why the Bean Sidhe keening struck terror into their ancestors' hearts. They forgot why you never approached a strange horse alone in the glen. They forgot why their grandmother left out milk and tea cakes for the Brownies, if they remembered she'd done so at all.
In their forgetting they became angry, violent. They had become just as the people they had fought - a people who had abandoned their culture for the safety of a false superiority. In abandoning us they had abandoned themselves. Many grew angry at those who could not - would not - abandon themselves. And, suddenly finding themselves with a deep pit where their ancestors used to reside, they themselves committed the greatest evils of all.
It is a terrible thing to forget. It is a terrible thing to steal. For your grandfathers' fear, for his abandonment, you will have to have to forge anew. The folk did not die in the new lands. We survived. Joined together with the spirits already here along with the others brought from elsewhere. We thrived. Though you have forgotten us, forsaken us as relics from a less civilized time, we have not forgotten you.
