Deep in the forest covered in green there rested a box barely seen it perched atop a narrow ravine looking down, calm and serene watching, waiting in it’s quarantine carpeted with vines all velveteen Into that forest so crisp and clean there came a fairy, fluttering her wings sparkled iridescent sheen “Hello” said the box “I’ve been waiting”
The chains that bound her were heavy, even heavier than the anchor at the end. They intended to toss her off the quay and see if she would use magic to save herself. Because she had done what the village healers could not. What was she supposed to do let the plague wipe them out? Now they judged her a witch. Stupid humans! Fae gathered her magic, pulling the heat from the earth, the stones, the very air around her skin glowing intensely until she burst into flame and dissolved into ash.
The astonished guards stared at the ashes before hearing a voice that crackled with fire as she rose from the ash, resplendent in her flaming wings.
“You dare judge me a witch, I am Phoenix Fae, Fire Fairy. Now, RUN!”
Beneath the promises so broken, the platitudes and lies unspoken tear at the once caring heart love was lost right from the start rough and broken stone and brick bleeding wounds that stay soul-sick
But somewhere deep down below there lies an ancient light and glow that tiny incandescent spark, warms the soul and mends the heart in the darkest corner of winter chill love’s light shines all the brighter still
Winter Light — Linda Ronstadt (from the movie Secret Garden)
Sallie sat on a wall and watched. The streets were still, no bells rang from the old church, no children played in the courtyard. Quiet, deathly quiet. In the months since the invasion that’s all there had been, quiet. Sallie wondered how many had survived when Chaos came with their chitinous bodies, like monsters from some dime paperback. Their exoskeletons remained in some places, huge reminders of the days of Chaos and ruin. The combined forces of Earth had defeated them, or so the earthlings thought, but then came the virus, Chaos’ final answer. Sallie still didn’t know how many humans had survived but she had saved some and that would have to be enough. With a nod, Sallie disapparated into a wave of light, headed for her next destination.
“But the button fell off, I’ll have to replace it.” Mary whined.
“Why didn’t you just sew the button back on?” Grandma asked with exagerated patience.
Mary looked baffled.
“Child, we didn’t always have machines to do our chores. Once we did things for ourselves.” With that Grandmother pulled a triangular frame from her desk and began pointing out the ancient tools, telling the story of each, the fish-hook carved from bone, the stone adze, awls. All valuable tools made from gifts of the earth.
Mary smiled “but why work that hard when I can just have a replicator create another coat?”
Grandmother sighed as Mary darted out the door. How long she wondered before Mary’s generation would forget not only the old ways but even how to repair the machines they themselves had created.
“PROPER MILK!” Betty gasped when she read the sign.
Wanderer was not so enthusiastic. She was as sick of the replicator goo that passed for “food” as the full humans, but she was leery. How could this one little farm in the middle of nowhere have escaped the invasion that had left the entire area barren? At her command the entire group stealthily made their way to the opening in the trees where she saw the farmhouse in ruins, corpses still where they had fallen. Wanderer sighed, another burial detail, but perhaps there would be something left in the barn.
The guardian stood proud above the entrance to the sanctuary. It looked so real, every feather, talon and beak cast in perfection. Verdigris of age and winding ivy only serving to make the old monument more awe inspiring. Faelynn stood back gazing at the stone eagle ten times the size of a modern bird of prey. She began to wave her ironwood wand in an complex series of swoops and swirls while she chanted her counter spell.
With agonizing slowness color began to return to his feathers, as he stretched them out to their three meter span. Landing next to Faelynn, his head coming past her waist, he bowed gracefully.
Faelynn smiled, one dark spell undone. She turned to leave when the giant eagle nudged her with his enormous head. “Oh great,” she thought “what am I going to do with a giant bird?” Faelynn smiled at the possibilities.