If one were to walk into the study at Ferndean, they would see the now married and now wealthy Mrs Rochester; the same Mrs Rochester who was met with scorn and subtle sneers from the social circle she was now thrust into as a low-born former governess, the abandoned daughter of a poor parson and a woman who renounced her class for foolish sentiment for such a man. Bundled over the dusty, thinned paper bound in the volume of Ones Origins, she scraped her hair from her eyes. "Who" she muttered, her voice, sad and desperate, was tossed into the silent darkness of the room "who were you..?"

"Jane?" a deep voice, the voice of her husband. A man of decent and respectable birth, to be sure.

"What are you doing? It's past midnight…" he said, pawing his way to where she sat. "Darling" Jane replied, guiding him down beside her "I could not sleep, I thought I'd relish the opportunity of having you quiet for a while" she quipped, giggling lightly. He tipped her into his arms, leaning them both back into the comfortable couch "little witch" he whispered. His hand skimmed the spine of the book she was still holding "What were you reading..?" he asked.

He swept his fingers over the lettering "Ones Origins…by… Joseph Abrahams… Wondering about your ancestry, my sweet?"

"Just a little" she replied "Abrahams claims that one cannot truly know oneself without having the clarity of their ancestral footprints available to them, I must say I disagree with him"

"But you are aware of your origins, are you not? Your father was a poor clergyman and your mother a wealthy woman?" said Edward

"That is all my Aunt Reed told me… in truth I have very little information" she sighed

"I have my own assumptions" Edward said, shifting his mouth closer to her ear "I think you are the daughter of fairies, sent by your benevolent magical folk to benefit the poor and needy with your kind and patient spirit… or to rescue sinful old men from hateful purgatory". It was then that Edward began to notice Jane's unusual silence; her breathing having become relaxed, deep and steady with soft little gusts dusting every exhale. With moderate ease (he had become used, especially with regaining the use of one eye, to navigating around the rooms), Edward set her book on the table in front of them and managed to pull the blanket draped over the arm of his chair and swish it over the both of them, kissing the top of her head as she settled back into him and he too, joined her in slumber.


Conlis Crasblue removed her coned hat as she approached the mouth of the cave. She used her curdled sceptre to flick the snowflakes from her eyebrows before stretching her hand before her, her fingertips just touching the surface of the black veil that drenched the cave interior

"Kunata Fiathu!"She commanded, and at her words, the blackness shifted and revealed to her the true contents of the mountainside dwelling as she entered it. At a decadent oval table was seated the members of the Council of Aeg; a congregation of the magical and enchanted dedicated to spreading the knowledge of their own people through both fantastical and ordinary methods. "Late again, Connie" came Dandesun Aldesh, the Dwarf councillor, shaking her rough, copper ringlets in disapproval. "Yes!" exclaimed Basil Kasder, the Vampire Councillor "we wouldn't mind, but it is some of your kind we're meeting for!"

It was then that the head of the council spoke "We meet for all kinds, Kasder" they said sternly, their grey hands placed evenly on the table as they swung to their feet "as all the members of the Council of Aeg are present, our discussions can now commence freely on the subject of a Mrs Jane Rochester" the table broke out in murmurs of comments "plain name" sighed Dandesun "terribly plain"

"She remains unaware of her past" the Head of the Council said, immediately cutting through the ruffle of voices. "The solution is obvious!" cried Elf Councillor Faveen Klee "she must be informed!"

Here the Giant Councillor spoke "Hold your horses, Faveen, we're totally ignorant as to whether or not she can handle such information; humans are not used to such folk as us; when they see us, the claims are disregarded or laughed off, or the human is claimed to be mad, and I am sure we all know what befalls those who are declared so…"

"Corlis" the Head commanded "give us your observations, is there any danger of such an event with her?"

Corlis cleared her throat before answering "I think not; she seems used to the fact that one must keep truths to themselves at times in order to avoid persecution" he said, and from there told the tale of Ms Jane Eyre and her upbringing: the cruelty of the Reeds and the hypocrisy of Lowood school. "She is desirous to know of her family" she added finally, once the rest of the Council had begun turning to each other and whittering out odd little comments.

"Well" the Head declared finally "is she is desirous to know, and if she is of the disposition of keeping such truths to herself; it is our duty to let her reveal to her the truth of her ancestors"