This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it human and otherwise are imaginary excepting only certain of the fairy folk whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their existence. Or lack thereof.
You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas...
My work always tried to unite the true with the beautiful but when I had to...
I mean don't forget the earth's about five thousand million years old at least. Who can afford to live in the past?