As you may know, behind Aeternum is a small business based in Brittany (in the south of Finistère to be precise). And it is well known that this region lives to the rhythm of legends, myths, and magical practices more or less known (Brocéliande, Merlin, the Fairy Viviane, the Alignments, and many others). So, to highlight our beautiful region, we will regularly publish little-known legends from Breton history.
Do you know the secret behind the multitude of islands that scatter the magnificent Gulf of Morbihan? It is said to be the work of the fairies and the korrigans, who get along like cats and dogs...
Long ago, the fairies lived peacefully in the forest of Brocéliande. They danced there under the silver light of the moon, weaving magic into every corner of the woods. But one day, their peace was disturbed by particularly provocative korrigans, mischievous and jealous of their beauty and power. Driven by their malice, the korrigans decided to make life hard for the fairies.
Over time, they were forced to leave the forest, crying out of despair and anger as they left their beloved kingdom. Their tears, so many and so bitter, began to flow in torrents, gradually forming what would become the Gulf of Morbihan, an inland sea.
In a final act of despair, before leaving the land of Brittany, the fairies took off their flower crowns and threw them into the emerging waters of the Gulf. As the crowns touched the water's surface, each transformed into an island. Thus were born the 365 islands that now populate the Gulf of Morbihan, one for each day of the year.
But the story does not end there. Some crowns, carried away by the current, drifted beyond the Gulf, towards the ocean. Carried by the waves, they transformed into larger and more distant islands: this is how Houat, Hoedic, and Belle-Île came to be, these three jewels that now dot the Breton coasts.
Since that day, it is said that the fairies, though exiled, still watch over the islands of the Gulf of Morbihan. It is told that on clear nights, their melancholic songs can still be heard, carried by the sea winds...
