Pink was Keria’s favorite color. She always wore pink and she even wished her wings to be that same rosy color as well. Oh yes! Fairies have the power to change the color of their wings at will. Most don’t stay the same color all the time. They have their favorites but usually they have many. But not Keria. Pink was her color and soon everyone was calling her Pinky. They called her Pinky for so long that almost all forgot what her true name was. Which was fine with her. Only her mother ever called her Keria anymore and only in private by Keria’s rather adamant request.
In the Age of steam, man discovered how to harness the energy of heated water and began to invent many marvelous and some not so marvelous contraptions that allowed them to do things only dreamed of in the past. The elves, ever watchful of the goings on of mankind, took notice. Some of them who had long been envious of the fairy race’s ability to fly, saw an opportunity to finally join their cousins in the air. They began a mad dash to see who would be the first to build workable wings. And really, “workable” was the key word because many elves perished dreadfully, failing and falling after leaping from the highest trees only to have their flimsy, fluttering wings tear and finally collapse.
After a short time they realized they needed a stronger, more durable material to use in the construction of the wings that would grant them the freedom of flight. And that is where they began to follow the folly of mankind, beginning the slaughter of field mice and other small creatures to obtain their skins for making durable leather wings. In doing so, they were finally able to achieve their eons old dream of soaring through the skies, but at what cost to their souls? The elves had always been the guardians of nature. What now? What else would they be willing to destroy next in their selfish pursuit of unnatural desires?
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While out walking today in the woods and meadows near my home, I came upon a pond that contained an abundance of water lilies in full bloom. I spied at first what I took to be an incredibly colorful butterfly sitting on a pad. Without taking my eyes off of it I crept closer and closer to get a better look. And to my shock realized that this was no ordinary butterfly, in fact it was not a butterfly at all! For there in broad daylight was a baby fairy on all fours. It was only then that I noticed that the woods had grown deadly quiet, with not even a breath of air stirring and rustling the leaves of trees. I felt as if I had eyes boring into my back, and the energy in the air was extremely tense. I immediately looked around to see who or what was there and saw nothing. When I turned back the little fairy was gone and the normal sounds of the forest had resumed. Although I was disappointed not to be able to observe this bit of magic any longer I also felt blessed to even have had that brief glimpse.
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Fairies have the much deserved reputation for being mischievous. I’m sure dear reader, that I am not alone in having had things disappear and reappear in the exact same place you had looked only minutes before, or tripped on what you were sure had to be a root sticking up out of the ground only to look and see that there were absolutely no protuberances for you to have fallen over. I could go on but I’m quite sure you have your own multitude of occurrences of being messed with by the Fae. Ah well I would like to mention one more…I’ve become quite sure that all my many missing socks have been made into soft warm blankets for fairy babies. But I am sure you would also agree that though however mischievous they are, the vast majority are innocent of heart and are only having a bit of fun with you. Which brings me to what I really want to discuss, which is …dare I write it…bad fairies. Because you really don’t want to draw attention to yourself from THEM.
I can’t help but wonder if they were always wicked or if in their very long lives of hundreds of years something happened that twisted them so badly that they just went over to the grimly dark side, or were they born that way? Maybe a clan of bad fairies? My that’s a frightening thought. Although, all the fairy tales I’ve read about bad fairies in, they seemed to be operating all on their on.
So what I really want to alert you about is, that all those things that happen to you that are … let’s say… unfortunate, like having someone whisper into your spouses ear that you are cheating, expensive jewelry disappearing, NEVER to be found, checks bounce when you know you made that deposit, a stair missing one moment (when you place your foot there, and gone the next, runners in your hose, food found on your shirt right before the big presentation for the bosses, your speedometer that’s off by 10 miles an hour at the exact moment that you are pinged by a radar loving motorcycle policeman, etc….. well I am here to let you know, to warn you really, that you have been punked by a wicked, evil, malevolent, awful, terrible, bad fairy. What you need to do, to get off their !@#$% list is this. Make an appeal to the good Fae by leaving cookies and milk out. (Remember that Santa is an elf? Well it works for fairies too.) Say aloud to the air around you, “Please good Fae, rein in your sister or brother who is making my life miserable!” Now this is the important part, if your request is answered and you will know that it has been by a change in fortune, you must leave out cookies and milk for the next six weeks. If you don’t do this, you risk having both the good and the bad fairies making your life a living nightmare. Good luck! You have been warned…..
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