The Forest hushes into a gasped breath held between quaking teeth. Scant as they are, no animals vocalize in the Silent Forest for one specific reason: the same way a predator stalks the wood, and birds and all manner of creatures hide in nest and burrow, so it is with the Silent Wood.
Predators belong in its tangled mess of ever shifting bristles and vines, for this is the prison of the Fae and Seelie and Pixie Courts. This, their forgotten place, no map existing. No release endured for those whose mischief brought them there, scream dulled by the uncanny silence.
It’s better than death, right?
As with most stories concerning Fae history, this one too starts with Finnegan and a Queen whose name was lost to the past. Rebellion seemed to be the perpetual state of the Fae in those days, raucous and lacking any form of discipline until the tempestuous bastards seeded too many Realms.
On the wake of the Fae excursions, the Queen ventured to Finnegan in an attempt to create a place of holding, where those mischief makers and rebels could be kept. Turned into beneficial spirits through another type of service.
In modern times, Queen Selyka makes use of the nigh forgotten Silent Forest to hold any Fae who reached their third Truce Strike.