Arise, far sun.

What we created reflected who we were. Will and intent combined, a merging of blood and sex that precipitated and fueled the basic shift that controlled the paradigm for Universal Law. The Sithern and Fairy would breach the rules that was intrinsic to the planet Derva. Within this island of Fairy, gravity, light, air, and loam would transform.

The walls of the compound that had been constructed at the beginning of the ritual would work similarly to the membrane found in cell structures creating equilibrium and establishing a veil that separated the two worlds. Osmosis, an equilibrium between the here and there would be established. A balance would form.

The embassy would forever be a part of and separate from the world, the barrier only allowing one point of entry, creating a type of pressure airlock that would regulate and keep equal the two disparate realities. The embassy was now a Sithern; it had the same adaptability and intelligence of the capital Sithern for the Tuatha de Danaan faction.

It could grow, change, or evolve to meet the needs of the people living here. The kernel for growth, the land that would form was included in the design we had triggered at the start, but that was only a start. The changes Fairy would make would be substantial, but they would only borrow from the design that we had envisioned.

An illusion so detailed as to be real was the template the Sithern would use as a point of reference. Flowers and trees would exist. Open fields, babbling brooks, and a plethora of life. Not another dimension, but a dimensional bubble, space touched by spatial magics that folded space and time and gave the newly born Sithern intellect control. The area Saanvi had sold, the area limited by runes and blood was able to expand, the unique magic of Sithern creating a pocket world that was larger on the inside.

Offices, living spaces, communal areas existed, all touched by the power of the Sidhe's ability to craft an illusion. A glamour crafted to resemble a city. The illusion was anchored and powered by Fairy, capable of hiding the drab uniformity as a pocket of expansion was surrounded by the sandstone sameness of Egyptian masonry and stonework.

Those of us who had been called. Those that had initiated ritual. All were held in the bosom of this new world, unaware or unconcerned about what happened on Derva proper. What the Hindu people saw or noticed as the changes were made was no longer one of our concerns.

The air was heavy with perfume, tainted by the scent of sex as each person who answered Fairy's siren call lost inhibition and joined the wantonness and freedom that was the trademark of the Sidhe. We had never been a repressed or prudish people. Even the Seelie, under Queen Mab, who had tried to mimic the sensibilities and dogma of Olympus and Asgard, would have embraced ritual and revel.

We were sensual in form, the most beautiful people created by Gods that revered that beauty. To hide who we are within the constraints of some ideal standard of morality from other people was insane. The more the Seelie had tried to adapt, the more Olympus and Asgard expected us to change. The beauty, almost divine blessing of the revel, would have been looked upon with horror by those other peoples.

As the long night came to an end and the energy of Fairy stilled, we had finally sated our base instincts. The frenzied coupling, the changes that we had invoked by ritual stabilized, and our reason was restored. This inner space, a bubble of sanity for our people, released one last titanic shift of energy until Fairy and the world of Derva found equilibrium, harmony restored and achieved. Finally, the barrier finished forming, able to serve as both the area of delineation between both spaces and a method to contain and stabilize the world of Fairy that we had invoked.

The barrier was impenetrable, the only way to pass was to be invited. Guards would be stationed to man an entrance, but nothing of Hindu would be able to breach that barrier as long as the Tuatha de Danaan existed. It was powered by our Pantheon, and even in Sleep, their Divine energies could not be ignored. It would take a God to breach their way pass, and if one would make the attempt, it would wake those that Slept, as they were called to the final battle to defend what was theirs.

For myself, I welcomed the return to reality, the dreams of intercourse and wine fading, ethereal dreams that remain with me forever. I stretched as I searched the area, luxuriating in the feelings that could only be evinced after an amazing round of sex.

Sated and happy, I looked on fondly as my fellow Sidhe finally embraced real sleep, clustered together in great mounds of flesh. The picture of sexual satisfaction more one of innocence than decadence now. I could envision something Rubenesque-like being painted, an artist inspired by the beauty of exhaustion and satiety that was spread out before me.

Rationality had returned for me and the other four that had invoked ritual first. The rest of the Sidhe might take another day to sleep, restoring vitality in the process. I had been protected somewhat from the siren's call, not enough to ignore completely it, but enough to control the frenzy of release.

There was nothing I could do for those that slept, so I turned my attention to more practical matters. I was starving and wanted desperately to slake my thirst. The food and drink of Fairy were just as ethereal as the Realm itself. It satisfied the sense, the taste unbelievable. But like Fairy, much of it was an illusion, and while it could satisfy thirst and hunger during the Revel. Once the night was over, and as the potency of the ritual passed, it faded like that midsummer's night dream long credited to Puck.

A vague memory, fondly remembered, but as all dreams faded, the food and drink of Fairy became a flickering memory, a moment and time that we could recall with sweet fondness. A night's passage that left us more alive and aware of what it meant to be Sidhe than could be re-imagined or duplicated.

For those of us that had taken part in this Revel, we had been truly blessed. Touched by Fairy, caressed intimately, and gifted or cursed with the memories of what a night filled with possibilities was like.

I was still in a state of post-sexual bliss, my mind ignoring the problems that would have to be addressed soon. Saanvi and her children had become changeling's and they would need to know what that meant. I felt a twinge of regret that she hadn't trusted me well enough to discuss what she planned on doing, but I understood how her fear might have influenced her motivation.

She hadn't realized the ramifications of not breaking that vial of blood, of allowing her and her property to be embraced by the protection of Fairy, but it was too late now. I would explain what her choice meant, and how she and her children could never leave the bounds of Fairy again, to do so would result in the final death. Even her chance for reincarnation was lost.

This would be her final life. She had sacrificed everything for this chance at immortality. Fairy guided the change. The Wild Magic released that first spark of magic that began the transition. But the magic involved in creating changeling was powered by the lives she and her children had yet to live.

She had sacrificed her and her children's ability to tread the waters of reincarnation. A high price to pay. And one the Sidhe would never have allowed her to make for her children if she had made her plans known.

It was unfair to make such an important decision for lives that were not yours. It was only her ignorance that would protect her. If she had sacrificed her children to the vagaries of Changeling with full knowledge, King Teigh would have no recourse but to execute her.

Her decision had murdered all those future children that might have been. Their future potential was removed from the weave and weft of life. They were beyond the reach of Fate and their tapestry of life.