Clover Bay is an island of Fair Folk whose history spans back hundreds of thousands of years. They have a sister species that lives in the Giant’s Heel Mountains, visible distantly from the island. Any manner of boat that sails out from certain ports may end up wayward, finding themselves at this mysterious island, shaped like a three-leaf clover. The sides are easily accessible and harmless, leading to nothing much more than a sandy shore and some resilient plantlife. Getting curious and sailing into the middle leaf, however, gains you entry into a mysterious, illusory realm, making the shore open up to a tantalizing footpath into the forest. Those who follow the path never make a return journey back, and lifting the illusion would showcase a bay littered with the husks of abandoned ships. The fairies of this island tend towards viciousness towards mortals, with the less aggressive folk mostly keeping to themselves, though they all partake (or are complicit) in the entrapment of humans and their delivery to The Oracle and her Three Executioners. The Oracle is the de-facto leader of the colony, having amazing powers of omnipotence that she uses to protect the island and keep it on the track to peace and prosperity. Her magic requires the use of human blood, which is provided to her by the Executioners, three powerful fairies with exceptional skill in weaponry and offensive magic.
The Fair of this island started out as a simple species of mischief-making woodland fairy, rising out of the new forest that grew atop a previously desolate chunk of island. It is unknown what magical force caused this island to suddenly prosper with greenery and life, though some speculate that it was the doing of one of the world’s six planetary deities, who desired to create life from death.
Being so isolated from the rest of the world, these fae became selfish and destructive, not particularly inclined to uphold the balance of nature when nothing outside of their island concerned them. This existence of such chaotic and blasphemous beings caught the attention of the demonfolk of the Underworld, who sought to drag them back down into the land of the dead from where they had once come. These fairies were quite powerful in turn, having little aspirations but to hone their own magic and use it, and thus a war broke out in defiance of the demonfolk’s desire to suppress them.
For a long time, the conflict seemed to have no end in sight. This was a fight between two nearly undying races, who were constantly reviving and replenishing their sides. It grew to such a stalemate that the deities of the Sun and the Moon came down from the sky, but even they became split on their sides—the Sun, who had created this island’s Fair Folk and had a fondness for them, and the Moon, who sought to end their terrible influence on nature by siding with the demonfolk, entered the conflict on opposite sides, only furthering the stalemate.
One day, an unexpected union formed between one of the Fair and one of the demonfolk, and a child was born of them, possessing the traits of both of her parents. She detested the fighting, as did her parents, and using the foot she had in both worlds to her advantage, she sought to gain enough power to end it.
It was through alchemy that she eventually achieved it, finding common ground between it and the many forms of magic that existed in the world of the living. Using the law of equivalent exchange, she decided to give up her own flesh and blood for the power she sought, not regretting it even as the viscera melted and pooled all around her, leaving only solid bone. As unrecognizable as she had become, she now had all that she needed to end the war, once and for all. She cast away her old name and crowned herself Antimony, a malleable force for no one but herself and her own will.
Rising above all her peers, she took control of the Moon deity and sealed the Sun deity on the island with a hex so strong that it would not be broken for a long, long time. This show of power was great and terrifying, and in her ambivalence, as well as the inevitability that she would lay upon anyone who dared to continue the fighting, the conflict had finally ceased.
Antimony stayed on the island after all was said and done, and still resides there today, cloaked in the Moon deity’s magic to shield her unsettling appearance from view. She is known now as the island’s Oracle, an omnipotent fairy with wishes only to ensure the Bay’s prosperity for centuries to come. By now, she has done away with all dissenters and those who remembered the days of the war, until her true name vanished from the island altogether. She lives solely as The Oracle now, keeping watch over the chained Sun deity. Once an all-consuming blaze, her current existence has morphed her into an efficient sledgehammer, single-minded and only interested in using her power for the one thing she had given up everything for. No one has yet dared to upset the order she had so meticulously set into place, but one day, the time will come. When a certain fairy is born…