The fairy circle prologue (Idea to work on)

So a prologue in the work for a story tell me what you think

It was said when the world was young magic ruled the world, before science, and technology, ran wild. When magic ruled, and the gods didn’t hide. Beasts and creatures roamed our world but none more well known than the Fae. Creatures of extraordinary magical abilities. Though an unending lust, desire for the flesh of man, and the nector they consumed. Had nearly caused a great disaster. It was felt if they were not satisfied in that way, they would bring danger, mischief to all around them.
It leads to them pulling more dangerous stunts luring the sons of Adam to their grasp. Till one day a warlock of a legend A warlock so powerful that even the Fae could’ve mistaken him as one of their own. A Warlock who had seen things from our world, and the world’s outside, where no man dreaded to look into. The warlock known as Starswirl the bearded.
Starswirl had gone towards the Queen one night, and negotiated, his Staff at hand as they spoke through the night till finally an agreement had came. Those of fairy blood, or masters of the arts would leave this world Stripping the world of all magic. And travel to a new land. A land of power a world without the likes of man to bring what it wanted. Though under the condition, that they would never come unless summoned, or that every Hundred years, they would take a single human, and that human would be bound to their world. For their enjoyment for what they may need.
It wasn’t a fair deal but it was all they could agree on. So Star swirl nodded, and soon by the last dawn, on the last day. Those who had the blood of old, and held the power of Magic, would vanish from this earth without a trace. It would be that in time, the world would forget about magic. Without it they would adapt, and create. But also destroy but in time they believed that magic was nothing but stories passed on. It was then the world of science ruled the world.
It was said on night’s when the wind blew right and the moon was full if you were off in the forest alone— If you stood in just the right spot. You could almost hear the sounds of laughter. And the songs that the fairies would play. Though if that was the last thing you would ever hear. Who knows. But in truth. Few had ever returned to tell the tale.