“Is there anyone who would know more?” Oh god, suicides. She didn’t want to deal with suicides. “You guys live a long time, right? There must be a historian, books, someone whose job it is to remember. What kind of things can take the power away from a Fae?”Vex let out a heavy sigh as he shook his head. “Summer, I was around the last time this ‘appened, and even I barely made it out alive. There’s nobody that was there that still remembers ‘ow to fix it, because anybody who knew ended up dead first,” he explained with a frown on his face. He was slowly getting more anxious the longer he talked about it, the longer he remembered the lunacy. “Curses, ‘exes, disease, it’s ‘ard to say… But for somebody to get all the Fae in the area? It doesn’t make sense.”
“Yeah, it does. A hex? Yeah.” Summer blew out a matching sigh. “It would have to be almighty powerful, but if a hex could take one of you down, then properly amplified it could cover a huge area.” She rubbed at her forehead. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and bet that the reason I was knocked flat, and why I have such a /fucking/ headache, is that I was near ground zero when it went off.”