Down in the Fairy Glen – A Children’s Fairy Tale.

I wrote this story last year, but it fits today’s Word of the Day prompt so I thought I would share it again with you. 

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Down at the bottom of the garden, where the Ivy and brambles are all overgrown and the little patch of nettles is getting a bit out of hand, there lived a fairy called Aera. A pretty little thing she was, no bigger than a monarch butterfly, with tiny hands and delicate feet, encased in little boots made from bluebell flowers. Her dress is made from two daffodil flowers sewn together with thread. She has transparent wings that glimmer with a silvery blue gleam when the sun shines on them just so.

She was friends with most things in the garden. She would fly with the bees and have a little chat to them. They didn’t stop for long though. Bees are very hard-working and don’t stop work for idle chatter, at least not for long. They did stop to give Aera the time of day because she was so lovely and often told them where the best flowers were. They, in turn, would give her a cup of their honey to say thank you. Aera also flitted with the butterflies. She’d known them since they were little caterpillars and she loved to see them grow into beautiful butterflies.

Aera chatted to the small birds, the Robin and the Wren. Mrs Wren was a particularly close friend. Mrs Wren has so many little babies to feed that sometimes Aera would help her find little seeds and worms.

There was a Magpie that came into the garden and Aera was not so fond of him. He was noisy and mischievous and often played too rough.

“Come out to play Aera. Let’s play who can shout the loudest? I bet I Can? CAW CAW CAW.” The Magpie would say.

“No thank you, Mr Magpie, I would rather just listen to the wind in the trees rather than your noise. Please go away.” Aera was always as polite as she could be but Mr Magpie made her cross.

If he wouldn’t go away, Aera would use some of her Magic and then the Magpie would fly far away and leave her alone.

The people who owned the house didn’t go into their garden very much and so she knew she could fly around and not be seen.

One day the family moved out and sold the house to a young couple. Aera heard them talking.

“Oh Darling, look at that mess the garden is in, all the weeds and the overgrown Ivy and nettles. You must do something about it.”

“OK Love. I will chop down the shrubs, pull up the weeds and concrete over the lawn. We can have a barbecue and invite our friends around.”

Aera was very upset. If they chopped down the shrubs and pulled up the weeds it would destroy her house. She wouldn’t be able to fly around, they would see her.

“Aera, what are we going to do?” Said Mrs Wren. “I have my nest in the shrub they are going to chop down, and I am just about to raise another family too.”

“Aera, if they pull up all the flowers, we won’t be able to make our honey.” Said the bees.
“What are we going to do?”

Aera decided that she was going to see the great Owl who lived in the Oak tree in the park.

He was so wise, he will know what to do.

“Mr Owl, Mr Owl, can I speak with you?”

It was still daylight and Owls sleep during the day and catch their food at night.

“Yes, Yes, Who is it? I’m awake now. I hope it’s important, I need my beauty sleep don’t you know?” Said the Wise Owl, rather grumpily.

“Oh it’s you Aera; I haven’t seen you in the longest time. How are you, my dear?”

“Oh Mr Owl, I need your help. New owners have bought the house and are going to chop down the shrubs and pull up the weeds and concrete over the lawn. The bees will not have enough flowers to make their honey and Mrs Wren and I with both lose our homes. What can we do?”

“I hear this sort of thing is happening more and more. Don’t they know the damage they are doing to nature? Hmmm, let me think.”

After a short time, Mr Owl spoke again.

“I think you should find out more about the new people who have moved in. They might not know much about nature and how important a garden is for the wildlife. Find out if they are the type of people who recycle their rubbish. If they are then they might change their minds if you can convince them how important it is to have a garden, for the bees and birds and the environment.”

Aera flew back to her garden and decided to listen at the window of the house. Normally it wasn’t polite to listen at doors and windows, Aera’s Mother had taught her very good manners. This time though, there was too much at stake.
Aera heard the lady speaking to the man.

“Have you finished with the newspaper; I want to stick it in the recycling. We’ve got to do our bit for the environment”

“OK Dear. I was thinking, I read the other day that people use too much water, watering their gardens in the hot weather. Maybe we should get a water-butt. That way we can store the rainwater and that would be better for the environment too.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t bother with that dear. When you concrete it over, we won’t need to water it anymore.”

Aera had heard enough. They obviously cared a bit about the environment because they were recycling their newspaper but they still didn’t have a clue about how important gardens were for wildlife.

Then she had a good idea. She had a little magic she’d stored away for a rainy day. She decided she would use her magic to help everyone.

When she got back to her little home, hidden away amongst the Ivy and the brambles, behind the nettle patch, she took out her magic pouch.

It was full of magic fairy dust that she had been saving for something special.
That night, when most people were asleep in their warm beds, Aera flew out of her house and started sprinkling her magic dust over the garden. She sprinkled some over the house too. As it was a warm night, the bedroom window was open, so she flew in and sprinkled her sparkly dust all over the two people sleeping and snoring in their bed.
Aera said her magic words; they are in fairy language so you wouldn’t understand them. Then she went to her bed, knowing she had done all she could.

The next day the postman was delivering the letters on his round, just like he normally did. He was surprised to see a large golden envelope addressed to the house at the end of the street. The one with the overgrown garden. He posted it through the letterbox and continued on his way.

“Dear, look at this letter we have received. It’s from the Natural Garden Club; we’ve apparently won a garden makeover in their competition. Did you enter us for this competition?”

“No, I don’t remember. Maybe it was your Mother, you know she enters lots of competitions now she’s retired.”

“Well someone is going to come round next week and talk to us about it.”

“That’s nice dear.”

The following week, a garden designer in a purple suit came round to talk to them about their garden.

“Well we had plans to chop down the shrubs and pull up all the weeds and concrete over the lawn and turn it into an entertainment area,” Said the lady.

“Goodness Me!” Exclaimed the garden designer. “Don’t you realise how important these little gardens are to our wildlife?” He said.
“We need to do all we can for the environment. When people concrete over their gardens, it makes flooding much more likely. The bees need all the flowers they can get to make their honey. If the bees die then our crops will fail. The wildlife really needs a small patch of weeds at the bottom of the garden so it can thrive. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I will tidy up the garden and trim back the shrubs. I will reduce the weed patch, so it’s just a small bit at the very bottom and I’ll build a patio by the house so you can have your barbecue. How does that sound?”

“OK, we didn’t realise how important having a garden and a weed patch was for the environment we are happy to do our bit, aren’t we dear?” Said the owner to his wife.

Now the garden is neat and tidy but it still has the flowers, the lawn and the shrubs. At the very bottom of the garden is a very small patch of nettles and some Ivy and brambles, and just inside, just out of sight, you can still catch a glimmer of a very tiny house. A small fairy called Aera lives there and she’s very happy.

The End.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 13/April/2018

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/glimmer/

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/10/fairy/

 

The Final Unicorn – A short story.

They say that crossroads are gateways into another world. That is very true. Where two paths cross the veil that separates our world from the world of the dead is thin. When violence occurs at that point it rips the veil and allows travel between the two worlds to take place.

There has to be, however, balance. The rubric is that for something to pass one way across the void, something must pass the other way. A two-way exchange.

Somewhere deep in an ancient wood, there was such a crossroad. Two paths crossed in the middle of an ash grove. Ash groves are dark and sinister places, just as Oak groves are sacred and benign. Oak groves are home to beneficial spirits that nurture and guide, like Fairy godmothers. There was once a creature that dwelled in the wood, these creatures signified all the fine virtues but they had been reduced to just one, the final unicorn.

On one dark day, the last unicorn was killed by a Witch, at that crossroad in that ash grove. The violent act ripped apart the veil. Something was waiting on the other side. Something that had reached out to the Witch and promised her eternal youth and beauty if she carried out this terrible act. She was tricked, for with the veil ripped she was sucked into the world of the dead, allowing that something to pass the other way.

That was how the devil came into this world.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/September/2018

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/09/25/rubric/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/09/25/three-things-challenge-25-sept-2018/

Today’s things are: unicorn, fairy, devil

My Fantasy Story – Part 17 – The Memory of a Mother.

Some of you may have picked up on the fact that I didn’t post my Sunday afternoon/evening’s scheduled instalment of my Fantasy story…..

Well better late than never, here is the next part.

If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

Part Seventeen – The Memory of a Mother

The council, or great assembly, turned to the more mundane matters of the day-to-day running of the Red Magehood’s enormous Empire and the people under their protection. Meanwhile, a speeded courier arrived at the southern gate. Night had fallen and so the great gates to the City of Solarys had been closed and locked. The courier handed a golden disc to the Gatekeeper who examined it closely. The keeper then commanded the gates be opened and the courier rode on through the deserted streets of Solarys, the Citadel of the Sun. The courier headed northwards towards the Fortress of the Red Magehood on the great fire mountain that overlooked the city. Most of the city was built on the flat plateau lavas that had once poured from the volcano long before the area became inhabited. The Fire Mountain itself had been dormant for over a thousand years, but it remained an important feature in the life of its citizens providing hot water springs and creating an inexhaustible energy supply for the city. The courier arrived at the gates of the fortress and flashed his gold disc once more. Within moments he was ushered into the great chamber. He had orders that this letter could only be surrendered into the hands of either Sorceress Magda Rubicunda or those of the High Sorcerer himself. It was a message of the greatest importance.

Continue reading My Fantasy Story – Part 17 – The Memory of a Mother.

Three Things Challenge, 02 June 2018 – The Family Secret – A Fantasy tale.

This is a Three Things Challenge as set by the haunted wordsmith, see link below:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/06/02/three-things-challenge-02-june-2018/

Here are the three words for 02 June 2018: family, fireflies, fantasy 

Her grandmother told her the family secret in that terrible winter when she had almost died of pneumonia. 

She remembered so clearly, the musty smell of that dank dark room. Her grandmother lying in her bed, sunken into the covers like her own eyes had sunken into her small face. That dear face that had always been full of smiles and laughter was then reduced to a ghostly shadow of its normal self. 

The light of the lamps gave a soft glow as she sat on the edge of the bed and clasped her grandmothers frail and bony hand. 

“Elana, is that you? Darling, come closer” her grandmother’s voice was like a whisper.

She leaned in closer to her beloved Nanna. 

“Yes, I’m here Nanna,”

“I’ve got to tell you something, before it is too late. Our family secret, I must pass it on. Are you listening, dear heart?”

“Yes, Nanna, I’m listening, but you’re going to be fine. Nothing’s going to happen to you.”

“You can’t hide from the truth child. I know I am dying, the infection is on my lungs. Before I go, I must tell you our secret. We are descended from the fairy folk, the Fay ones. My great-great-grandmother was a fairy and she left her people to marry a human, my great-great-grandfather. Fairy’s are immortal but can die from disease or illness. She died in childbirth bringing my great-grandmother into the world. Her magic is in our blood but it passes only in the female line and usually skips a generation. We do not have the magic of a full fairy, only a small amount that we can use only once. I used mine to save your mother from dying of scarlet fever when she was a little girl. You must save your power for when you need something very important and you must pass on the secret to your own granddaughter one day. Promise me?”

“Yes Nanna, I promise you. I promise you will get better too. For if I have magic, I wish to make you better, now.”

I began to glow, brighter than the lamp, brighter than the fire in the hearth and brighter than the very sun. Then small points of light, like a million fireflies flew up from my upheld arms and descended upon the frail figure of my grandmother. 

My dearest grandmother recovered from that illness and has enjoyed many more springs and summers with us. I may have used my power, but I do not regret it and one day I will pass the family secret on, but for now, I enjoy spending as much time with my Grandmother as possible, so that when she finally goes, I will have lots of happy memories to remember her by. 

The End

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Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 02/June/2018