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Fearg Aiféala Mór-Ríoghain

(Irish) lit. Regretful Anger (of the) Great Queen

A Halfling fairy tale / myth that teaches a moral lesson on the importance of family and not acting rashly in anger or sadness.

Of Myth,

Mór-Ríoghain left the multicoloured milky waters on midnight coloured wings. Baleful caws fill the sky in sorrow and rage for the want of knowledge regarding her parentage. So she flew. And flew. And flew. Across the sea and around the moon, her corvine eyes scrounging every secret place.   As ages passed and worldkin spawned, spread, and died only to be born again so did the secret places die, shrink, and spawn only to die again. For all her trials, the knowledge forever eluded Mór-Ríoghain. Now fully developed and master of her crafts (for they truly were her and of her), Mór-Ríoghain retreated from the world tired, depressed, angry, and alone.

Tall Tales, and

The lady wandered into forest deep
From all society away did she flee
Until for the first time she did sleep
In a thicket beneath a great tree
  The tree sent down roots to protect
Until the world's surface met
Trunks and waves they did form
To protect the lady from any harm
  And when she rose much time had passed
Looking around the lady gasped
For such love she did not know
As when the tree's form did grow
  Yet anger filled her body still
So a spiteful curse she let shrill
With twisted form and a silence grasp, you shall reach and never find
Companionship and love from a living form of any kind
My sorrow you shall know, for it is my will
That those who visit will live undying or be forever still

Legend

When her work was done, her rage was spent. The great tree now greying along its hulking, twisted form. Mór-Ríoghain wept at its feet a vast pool of pure blue remorseful tears. Before leaving the grove, she apologized to the tree by blessing the pool to be forever full of pure and sweet water as a reminder of its original love that she should have returned. And so the tree and its visitors will never thirst in each other's company.   Creepy Pasta

For being a myth, the place where Mór-Ríoghain rest is eeriely reminisent of Ganfuaim Garrán.
 

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