I will not bother with a detailed history of every event known to fae as far as this city is concerned. The ability to learn from the past is not really an option to us fae. We fae only control so much of our own destiny. Reading the history of what we once were will not teach us how to survive the winter.

There are many who would argue this point with me, but let them go and write a lengthy book about Detroit while I fight against the cold.

Perhaps it is merely because I am in my last life here. I certainly don't want to waste it with a history lesson. Read "Raefel's Journey", he mentions a good bit of this cities history that I do not...

In The Begining... this place was seelie. Full of the hopes and dreams of settlers. Of course, the Nunnehi are often brushed over in re-tellings such as this, but i will offer them a mention. They were driven away from their native lands, ravaged for their glamour and often undone. With the coming of the human populace, the european fae thrived, while the native fae were slain.

Forgive me, I seem to have lost my topic... In the begining this place was seelie. Ruled by a kind (if blind) Baron Estan. It thrived becoming something quite beautiful in both the realms of mundanity and dream. (See Also: Belle Isle)

Too soon, however, the apple began to rot from within. There were many reasons for this, and most of the fae that live here now place all the blame on the other "supernatuarls". The fae, of course, are not blameless for the death of the city's golden age. A few of the unseelie, after power and influence, ravaged many a dreamer, gaining more power for themselves by creating a bit of death in the dreaming around them. They dealt with the others... the prodigals and human wizards, offering favor for favor, until at last the Winter Court took the kind and ignorant Baron from the throne and proclaimed themselves a duchy.

No, better I should say more on the Ravaging. It happened very suddenly. Who exactly was behind it, no one has said, at least not to me. The city was full of chimerical light and beauty (which aren't important to me, but I will try to leave as much of my bias out of this as possible) then suddenly, it was dark. I remember hearing screams, and feeling a tugging at my very being, but I was far off in the hills. By the time I reached the city, it was done. Many chimera were gone, and a great many fae had simply... vanished. Homes, buildings, people... all reaped for their glamour. In the mundane world, quite a number of dreamers were lost, their talent broken by the loss of their own glamour.

With the city in such a state of shock, it was easy for the Baron to be deposed. No one was prepared to fight Duke Isian and his bedfellows, and so, he took the barony, annexed the lands that the good Baron had left to the remaining Nunnehi, and proclaimed himself Duke.

The winter court has ruled since then, always the duchy came into the hands of another unseelie. It is rumoured that, should the Duke or Duchess begin to change courts, they were deposed to keep the seat of power unseelie. That is also what is said to have happend this last time.... (See Also: Current Politics)

That is really all the history of import. Other chapters of this book will deal with what the fae are doing now. As for the past.... it is gone.

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