When the first expeditionary team of Pimi-Mele into the mortals’ realm was unknown to the faerie dominion.  The humans were the first to discover these new explorers.  Four of the little beings wandered into a small village.  Naturally, the people of the village were amazed and afraid of the strange visitors.  At first, the villagers believed the creatures to be some form of bizarre animals.  When the Pimi-Mele attempted to speak to some of them, they immediately recognized the intelligence of these little folk.  Strange talking animals could only be the work of malevolent magical forces.  The villagers had heard many stories of rogue mages who had strayed from the guard of the faeries.  The little beings were perceived as daemons, forces of evil that sought to corrupt and destroy their lives.  Unlike the mortals, the faeries bore no onus to the Pimi-Mele.  However, to prevent them from committing the great crime of racial warfare upon an undeserving species, they intervened.  Anrail, the faerie of vision and illusion, turned sour the villagers’ aim so that the arrows would miss the helpless Pimi-Mele.  The trail of the Pimi-Mele through the forest was obscured by Eirendi, the faerie of tracking skills.  Faemydi, with the help of Pheres, the faerie of fear, gave the fleeing Pimi-Mele a sense of urgent terror.  The expeditionary team fled through a vortex back to their homeland while the humans were left with only a memory of the horrible daemons.

Though the Pimi-Mele had fled, the memory of their passing still burned in the minds of those who had chased them.  Like a raging blaze, the weak image of docile beasts quickly erupted into an inferno of malicious daemons capable of travelling the heavens and changing their form.  Guided by fear, the humans sought the powers of magic to banish the daemons.  The mortals have the same access to the forces of magic that the faeries do.  Being such a young race, however, results in volatile results when human attempt to cast enchantments.  Part of the faerie onus calls them to monitor the development of magic within the mortal realm and suppress it when it becomes powerful enough to kill.  Regrettably, no faerie is omniscient, not even Faemydi, the faerie of knowledge.  A guild of dark mages existed at the time the worked with spells and alchemy in great secrecy.  It is to these men that the frightened villagers ran.

The events that took place next were unknown to any save the mages of the humans, but the results were horrific.  Faemydi first became aware of something malevolent when the first mage was killed.  She flashed to the mages’ chamber and discovered their secret society.  They were gathered in a circle of thirteen mages with hands joined.  The gestalt of the mages had been used to summon a force from beyond the immortal planes that would eradicate the Pimi-Mele wherever they fled.  Faemydi looked upon the scene before her with dismay.  In their attempt to destroy a perceived daemon, they had in fact summoned a real one.  The creature was a wispy form of dark gases and penetrating thought.  One of the mages in the circle lay on the floor, apparently slain by the beast, but he bore no signs of physical abuse.  Faemydi looked into the fallen man’s mind, but found only a destroyed nothingness.  Suddenly, an overwhelming force touched her mind: the Mrough.  Faemydi felt the creature wrapping its essence around her body, penetrating it, infesting her mind.  She was totally unprepared for this alien assault and was quickly overtaken.  Only her soul was spared the vile thing’s claws.  She felt it, she saw it, she knew it.

Though it was very different from anything she had ever experienced before, she could understand some of its thoughts.  The Mrough arose from a plane below hers where all creatures are as it is.  She could not discern its true nature, but she could indeed feel that the magical forces that brought it here had warped the being.  It was totally bent upon the quest given to it.  It had to destroy the Pimi-Mele in all of existence by whatever methods it could employ.  Faemydi had given it a source of immense power.  The daemon had attached itself onto her mind and in that state it could use all of her senses.  Through her eyes it saw the dark mages, by her ears it heard the sorrowful cries, by her nose it smelled burning candles, and with her skin it felt the cold floor.  One element of Faemydi’s being marred the Mrough’s plans: her soul.  With her essence free of the being’s influence she could control her own thoughts and actions.

Horror and revulsion consumed her as she realized the terrible extent of her infestation.  A genocidal entity had permeated her being.  Instinctively, she drew forth from the currents of the universe all powers she could wring forth and upon herself she cast a mighty spell of fear and banishment to rid herself of the magical beast.  The Mrough, sensing her use of magic, suddenly seized control of the enchantment.  Instead of striking the daemon within her, the magical force was directed outward.  The target of the spell had been a magical creature.  It found such a creature, the faerie.  The power of the spell allowed it to flood the whole realm with its influence, spreading terror to all the faeries of the dominion.  Faemydi immediately sensed what had happened to her sisters.  Each faerie was struck with an uncontrollable compulsion to escape some unseen terror that chased it.  Using their native powers, they fled the earth in blind terror.  Screams of horror and madness greeted her ears as the faerie dominion faded from her world.  In mere moments, she was the last faerie left upon the world.  She was lost.