These fairies are from The Isle of Man, (‘Manx.’) Which is a self-governing body under British rule.
It sits in the Irish Sea between the islands of Great Britain and Ireland. According to Wikipedia, these Manx fairies are called Adhene and are known as ‘Cloan ny moyrn,’ (which means the Children of Pride or Ambition.)
The site, Fantasy-bestiary says that according to Manx folklore, these fairies are fallen angels that were exiled from heaven along with Satan. They were cast from heaven, but are too good for hell.
When they fell…they rained down from heaven in a thick shower that lasted for three days and three nights.
In present day they live on the earth, in the air, and in the sea, and that is where they will continue to live until the Judgement.
They are not small like English fairies. They are shy, and most of them are female. About the size of a small child, when visible they are fishing at sea or herding cattle on the hills.
You can see them playing in waterfalls or dancing on the tops of mountains. The Manx people always know when it will be a good fishing season or a great harvest because they will hear the fairies making storage barrels in the caves.
They are beautiful, and mischievous, and mostly harmless.
There are some of course who are more sinister than others.
These malevolent fairies live apart from the others in caverns, under heavy fog, or in other dark places. They have been known to kidnap babies or take the wives of unsuspecting men… whenever they felt compelled to do so. These fairies delight in causing misery, but it is believed that they cannot harm a person on an errand of mercy. It is unclear, however, who it is that they continue to answer to, and why they are not allowed to interfere with a person on an errand of benevolence. That is for you to decide.
If you should find yourself walking at night on the Isle of Man and you don’t happen to be on an errand of mercy, the old legend recommends that you chant this prayer,
“Saue Jee mee voish Cloan ny moyrn.” (God save me from the children of the pride.)
You would go on vacation if you only had the time.
You are a very busy doctor who loves all things big and small. What kind of doctor you ask? You are a cryptid doctor, within the field of Cryptozoology. You believe in the existence of entities from the folklore record, as well as animals who are otherwise considered to be extinct, such as non-avian dinosaurs. Your work has you swamped, but your significant other convinces you to take a trip to visit his/her cousin…of course, to a place that is ripe with cryptid species…The Isle of Man.
While there, you encounter a vortex of sorts, with strange and fascinating creatures. You have interesting conversations and somewhat haunting dreams and you even get to enjoy some fresh, hot bonnag, fruit bread…right from the oven. It is delicious.
On a walk, you breath the salty air and feel the cool breeze coming off of the Irish Sea and you think…you might just be able to live here someday…and then you see it…a child sized creature who is stealing your shoes. Yes, the shoes you took off to dip your toes into the cool water. What happens next?
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