Guthix: There was a moon - close to a lush-looking planet - whose tiny winged inhabitants opened portals to explore the wonders of the universe. This is their story. I discovered my first evidence of the race I would come to know as fairies in my exploration of the myriad nature worlds. These were environments of wild diversity, prolific with the strangest of fauna and flora, where the strongest survived and the weak were food. I later found similar creatures on Gielinor, such as the jadinko and ganodermic beasts, but with an undeniably common origin. Were they, perhaps, the final products of a great experiment? Could the same hand have forged the Blade that I wielded? On one dark world, teeming with all manner of fungi in its humid jungles and moist swamps, I met with a race of surprisingly intellectual mushrooms. They lacked mobility, but travelled and reproduced by dispersing spores that fused with the nervous system of local animals, allowing them to control the host. Bonding with me in this way, I was able to communicate with the myceloids. Friendly though they were, it took much persuasion to convince the symbiotic parasites to detach from my brain upon taking root. Another world teemed with insects. A culture of winged invertebrates that bore some resemblance to the fairies of Zanaris, but the swarms were mindless and tirelessly industrious. The migration of these insects - which was achieved through an innate ability to teleport over short distances - also seemed to have a direct impact on the local climate, for reasons I could not discern. This brings us to the moon of Zanaris, its dark magical forests, giant fungi and, as I discovered on a return visit, a network of fairy rings they had made from the World Gate I'd placed there. The fairies of Zanaris, caretakers of the world below, obviously shared a common ancestry with the creatures I had encountered on the nature worlds. However, they were changed, transcendent, inextricably bound to the abundant magical energy of Gielinor, in order to fulfil a specific purpose. The fairies are an embodiment of magic - their life-force infused with anima. It is why they work so tirelessly to maintain Gielinor's weather and seasons, for the planet's equilibrium is intrinsic to their own wellbeing. They have no choice. It is now necessary for their very survival, but they perform their duty without complaint.