I had seen castles of Feyland before – the Autumn Springs castle, the enormous palaces of Winter and Summer from a distance – but this was something else entirely. Fairy castles were beautiful, inviting places: they were often centers of hospitality for weary travelers, host to great fairy gatherings of kings and princes, dukes and counts. Artist and musicians were often invited to these great courts; there they dined and danced and sang with nobility. The fairy castles were meant to inspire awe and reverence in the citizens of Feyland; they were meant to evoke feelings of great national spirit. They were the most beautiful things in Feyland, often designed and built by master craftsmen. Even from a distance, they were like beacons of light, beckoning all of Feyland's creatures ever closer. Like a lighthouse guiding ships home.But the pixie castle was nothing like that. It was dark and forbidding, its turrets constructed not of marble or of stone but of skull. Thousands of screaming faces, preserved in bone, now constituted the materials from which that terrible castle was built, rising up from the cliffs of the Pixie territories like a poisonous mushroom rising from the rock.
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