As all faeries, Faemydi was a wispy entity that drifted across the plane without benefit of wings.  She slept in the roots of an ageless tree and cultivated a small crop of children’s dreams.  When awoken, she surveyed the mortal plane in search of threats to the dying ones.  Being enlightened of all that has and will come to pass, she granted insight unto certain mortals when it furthered the faerie duty.  The future is a malevolent beast, however, that assaulted Faemydi with far more ferocity than any other.

Perolan was the name of an especially intelligent mortal.  He spent his days farming the land, but he desired grow more.  Lacking both a wife and children, he was alone in his work.  The faerie dominion was aware that the mortal realm would soon experience a severe shortage of crops.  History had well taught them that a shortage of food was an excellent cause for the little people to quarrel amongst themselves and wage small wars.  Faemydi sought to avoid such a repetition and Perolan was the chosen mortal to avert the crisis.

Increasing the size of the next few years’ harvests was all that would be needed to sustain the mortals through their troubling period of food shortage.  Faemydi cast a spell of insight upon the toiling farmer that would give him the notion to create a far more efficient harvesting machine.  Upon feeling the effects of the spell, the surprised man dashed from the field, leaving all untended, to work upon an unexpected idea he had.  With a glinting smile, Faemydi drifted from her place in the shadows of the trees and returned to her tree knowing that the mortals would be content instead of murderous.

Months passed by and each day Perolan worked in his home at some strange invention.  Although Faemydi herself did not know how the invention should be built, she did know that this man was the most intelligent in the land and his life’s endeavour would inspire him to create the solution she had sought.  Just prior to dusk, the faerie would slip through the shadows and enter his house.  Once inside, she would monitor his progress on the invention.  Occasionally she had to call upon the talents of the other faeries to supply Perolan with certain strange materials that he seemed to need.

One morning, Faemydi felt that the seed she had planted had finally borne fruit.  She whisked through the zephyrs to reach the inventor in his field.  He held the ungainly contraption aloft and operated some complex mechanism.  It then convulsed violently, created a loud noise, and emitted a thin cloud of smoke that quickly dispersed.  When all was settled, Faemydi looked upon what had happened.  It was a machine that planted hundreds of seeds in but a second with the effort of only one man.  With glee the faerie realized that Perolan had created what she knew he could.  To ensure that he would distribute the device’s design to the other farmers of the kingdom, she filled his mind with a sense of greatness, which was indeed true.  Set upon a greater calling, Perolan abandoned his farm to spread the knowledge of his invention throughout the land, knowing how important it was to the survival of his nation.  The years went by and as predicted, the crops dwindled and the food became scarce.  Due to Perolan’s invention, however, his people were enjoying the excess of previous harvests.

As the first harsh winter began, Perolan approached the ruler of the land to speak with him.  Having averted the starvation of the mortals, Faemydi was investigating new issues and had left Perolan to his devices.  In two weeks the faerie dominion was torn from its usual duties to handle a wholly unexpected series of events.  Apparently, the mortal people, having learned to appreciate a greater bounty of food, were more strongly struck afraid by the sudden crop failure.  Thus, despite their abundance, they sought to protect themselves from starvation by robbing the neighbouring villages.  When Perolan had spoken with the king, it had been a discussion of military tactics.  Dressed in crimson armour, the king’s armies marched across the snowy fields towards the hills where the villagers lived.  The soldiers were paired and each pair carried between them one of Perolan’s seed planters.  When the army reached village, they were met with fierce resistance.  The king’s men retaliated with the farming devices.  Faemydi’s eyes widened with horror as she saw that what once planted one hundred seeds at once now fired one hundred arrows at once.  The peasantry was quickly slaughtered by Perolan’s invention.

Having secured a small amount of food supplies with little losses, the king was encouraged to send his armies to the neighbouring kingdoms for more food in the event the crop failure lasted more than the year.  From land to land what had once offered to save life now took it.  Perolan was a war hero, the man that saved his kingdom from starvation, at the expense of thousands.  In fact, the starvation deaths in the neighbouring lands caused by the king’s men brought many villages and towns to extinction.  Those that remained were deviant of mind, having survived by using the powers of the faeries.

The mortal realm survived the single season of crop failure, but at a horrible cost.  Faemydi withdrew to her tree and wept bitterly.  Her gift had been perverted to destroy instead of mend.  She had been responsible for the most damaging event in the mortals’ history.

Faemydi contemplated exile and mortality.  She deemed herself a danger to all in the mortal realm since her abilities had become malignant.  The rest of the faerie dominion sought to reverse time’s attack.  They wrought a charm in the form of a willow wreath.  The branches were chosen because of their intrinsic link to harmony in nature.  In order for the wreath to work its magic, it had to be set upon the welcoming door of one’s home.  Faemydi graciously accepted the token.  As poorly as she felt at the time, the charm’s powers made themselves known to her and she was encouraged by it.  Immediately she sailed to her tree whereupon she set the wreath above the only entrance, a gap in the immense roots.  She then slept under that great tree, watching the stars through the branches and twigs of the willow wreath.

In the following centuries, Faemydi’s ministrations turned horrible wars into flourishing cooperation between nations.  Inventions of destruction were turned to growing food and erecting great cities never before seen upon the earth.  The destiny of the mortals seemed fair indeed.  Though all faeries contribute to the guidance of the mortal realm, Faemydi was one of the most powerful and it was by her enchantments most of all that humanity achieved its greatest feats in all of known history.  The charm set upon her door so long ago had truly turned her fate.