Pendant Dimensions & Chain Options

• Pendant Dimensions: 2” (L) x 1.25” (W - i.e. wingspan)

• Stainless Steel Ball Chain: 30” total length (choker length ball chain option available upon request - include a note regarding preferred choker length - typically 14” - 16”)

• Sterling Silver Chain (available with sterling silver pendant only): 24” total length

Pricing & Variants

• Sterling Silver Pendant / 24” Sterling Silver Chain: $245 (+ shipping)

• Sterling Silver Pendant / 30” Stainless Steel Ball Chain: $225 (+ shipping)

• White Bronze Pendant / 30” Stainless Steel Ball Chain: $125 (+ shipping)

Hand-made-to-order (processing takes approximately 6-8 weeks)

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊 : 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖊

𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊 : 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖞

The late afternoon sun glinted off the butterflies’ silver wings as they weaved through the ruins of Duskfell Keep. Sevelin followed in swift pursuit until all three alighted on bare patches of a mossy rock wall. The pause in the chase gave our Paladin a moment to reflect. Were these the butterflies the Mage so vaguely instructed her to follow? Where would they lead? 

Instinctively, Sevelin felt for the Mage’s note safekept beneath her armor and withdrew the small parchment scroll. As she unfurled it, the glimmering emerald ink began to transmute before her eyes--what once instructed her to “Follow the butterflies,” now commanded her to “Consume the mushroom.”  

“CONSUME the mushroom?” Sevelin wondered aloud, the question reverberating off the crumbling walls of the Keep. The sound sent the butterflies fluttering in a dizzying ring just above her head. Their annular formation reminded her of the elaborate illustration she had seen the night she snuck into the High Priestess’ parsonage. As she watched their mesmerizing dance, Sevelin recalled from that night an eavesdropped conversation between the High Priestess and the Mage. 

“So it is a test,” the Mage whispered gravely. “Indeed,” replied the High Priestess; “if she is worthy, the Fae realm will open for her. If not, she will perish. The Lightbringer makes no mistakes.” The Mage fingered white whiskers under furrowed brows, contemplating the prophecy, but said nothing. “Though we should not put too much faith in this premonition, my Mage,” the High Priestess continued, “I have serious doubts that a Fly Agaric will ever grow in the Realm’s forests again.”  

A wave of clarity came crashing down on Sevelin: it is she whom the Mage and the High Priestess had been discussing so secretly all those orbits ago. The High Priestess was convinced her vision would never come to pass, but a Lightbringer had grown in the Realm’s forests and Sevelin had found it. The coincidence could not be ignored. If the Priestess’ prophecy was to believed, there was only one question left for Sevelin to answer: Was she worthy of the Lightbringer’s test?  

Sevelin rolled the Lightbringer out onto her palm once again. “If not, she will perish...” The grim words circled the edge of a black vortex that was beginning to swirl in her mind. Just as quickly as morbid panic began to grow, a shining dagger of assurance pierced through her doubt: “This is your destiny.” It was no mere coincidence that she found a toadstool that had not been seen in ages, thought long extinct; and that it brought her to the Mage; and that the Mage’s note led her to the butterflies that she followed to these sacred ruins, a sanctuary of her childhood. The Lightbringer had called to her through the forests, beckoning her to find it and bring it to this special place. There could be no doubt that she was the only creature in all of The Realm who was meant to rediscover the Fae. The Mage wanted her to accept the challenge.

Sevelin now knew and trusted her fate. She held the Lightbringer up to the waning dusklight, and took one final look at the mushroom before placing it in her mouth...to be continued.

𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕿𝖜𝖔 : 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖔𝖕 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖘

Sevelin chewed the toadstool carefully and swallowed the whole of it despite every nerve in her body screaming to retch and eject the foul, bitter fungus from her body. From her training, Sevelin knew the metallic tang and unbearable bitterness was a sure sign the toadstool was poisonous and could very well bring to her an ugly, torturous death. Her gut twisted and gurgled as she fought to keep it down. 

At first, Sevelin felt only unbearable queasiness. Then the world began to spin and her vision inverted as if looking through a crystal orb. Stumbling forward, she reached out to brace herself on the mossy wall where the butterflies had first come to rest, but her hand passed right through the stones. A mirage. Her entire body followed. She was falling.

Sevelin collapsed on hard ground with a heavy thud. As she came to, she perceived an unnatural gloom and a cold, earthy dampness hanging in the air. She knew neither where she was nor when she was--”Was this the beginning or the end?” 

She rose to her feet and  stepped into the gloom. After a few paces, her vision unblurred and through the darkness she could see that she was still at Duskfell Keep. But it was no longer in ruins. Unbelievably, before her lay the castle as awesome and intact as the day the last stone was laid. (Continued in the comments)

Sevelin continued forward, entering a grand courtyard ringed by flaming torches. It was then that she saw it. Far across the courtyard lay the staircase Sevelin had envisioned in her dreams--devilishly steep, snaking up and around the keep’s central tower and ending at a fortified entrance basked in torchlight. 

Sevelin bounded across the courtyard and began her ascent. As she climbed higher and higher the light from above grew stronger and stronger until it was almost blinding. Just as it became impossible to see, the fluttering silhouette of a winged creature emerged from the glow, blotting out the light. 

Although shrouded in darkness, Sevelin instantly knew what was hovering in front of her--an actual fairy, in the flesh. Sevelin grasped the stone wall of the castle, as the shock set in. “We don’t have much time on this plane, Sevelin,” the fairy’s words broke her trance, “you are being hunted.”