✨The Faewilde Chronicles: The Blueveil Heart✨
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Aranbrid writes:
“Long before mortals called it the horizon, the Faewilde called it the Shimmering Line. It was not a boundary but a seam, stitched together by the hands of a single fairy who wove sky into sea until neither could unravel from the other. Her name is lost, though her work remains, and the gem she left behind is the Blueveil Heart.”
They say the fairy was a seamstress of impossible patience. She grew weary of the way sea and sky quarreled endlessly, waves rising to swallow clouds, storms cracking open the heavens. She sought peace where none had been, and so she bound them together — a marriage of tide and wind. When the work was done, a fragment of the seam pulsed in her palm, beating as though it were alive. That fragment became the Blueveil Heart.
But harmony does not go unchallenged in the Faewilde. A prince of storms sought to tear the seam apart, to unmake the peace she had woven. He struck at the horizon, each blow scattering lightning across the sea. Yet the seam held. And when he reached for the Heart itself, the seamstress placed it within the wings of her sister — a silent fairy who swore never to close her eyes so long as the gem endured. Thus was born the first Veilkeeper.
Aranbrid pauses in her notes here, but a margin annotation in her own hand adds:
“I once saw her. Or thought I did. A shadow at the edge of dawn, wings dripping light like water. I felt her gaze more than I saw it. Tharnwick croaked at my heel — though he was not a frog that day, but a heron. He only said, ‘Do not stare too long at what stares back.’ I obeyed. I have never forgotten.”
The Blueveil Heart has passed through many guardians since that first oath. Each one silent. Each one endless. And yet, when Tharnwick chooses to cross the talisman into mortal hands, even the Veilkeeper does not resist. For though she is its watcher, she is not its master. The Heart does not belong to any one realm.
So it beats still, at the seam of sea and sky, until longing calls it forth.
Collector’s Note — Aranbrid
I have often wondered what became of the seamstress who first bound the sky to the sea. No song recalls her, no story bears her name. Perhaps that is the fate of those who weave peace — to vanish once the quarrel has quieted. Yet the Blueveil Heart still beats, and so in some way, she is not gone at all.
I write this so that mortals may remember what the Faewilde itself does not bother to keep. If the Heart finds you, do not mistake it for a trinket. You are wearing the patience of a fairy, the defiance of a storm prince, and the silence of a sentinel whose eyes will never close.
Carry it well.
— Aranbrid
✨ The Blueveil Heart necklace has crossed into our world, waiting for the mortal it belongs to. See the necklace here and decide if it calls to you.
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