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The magical forest, which at first glance held beauty and fascination for me, had quickly turned dark and ominous. The idea that there are creatures  that could cross into my world, my backyard, was something that sent chills racing up and down my spine.

Arial and I had been walking through the forest for what seemed like ages. Every time a twig snapped, I jumped (I noticed that Arial would smile at me every time I jerked my head to see what had made the sound). Once in a while I would catch sight of something peering at us from under the ferns that bordered the path, or I would look up just in time to see a sinister looking critter slink back into the shadows of the forest canopy as we passed underneath.

The faeries that made up the Emerald Guard were in front of, and behind us. In their larger form they looked more like elves than faeries, they both have pointed ears and large, wide spread eyes. They all carried a bow and a quiver of arrows,  a pouch of small silver globes hung underneath their robes.

“Arial, what are the silver balls for?”  Even as I asked the question, all of the guard took a handful of  orbs out of their pouches and tossed them into the bushes on each side of the path.

“Those are special charms, they have the effect of making everything around them invisible. Once they are placed, we will be able to pass, unseen on this route, back and forth from the palace. We have other charms that will make the portal to the other side  impenetrable by anyone with the intent to do harm. The portal will be sealed with these charms,  the invisibility charms will cloak it, making it impossible for the Undak to find again.”

“But the first time I came through the ivy hedge, I wasn’t aware of anything dangerous, the sun was shining, birds were singing, there were flowers everywhere. Why is everything so spooky now? All of you look like you’re taking a stroll on a bright summer day, none of you seem to be overly concerned about any dangers lurking in the bushes.”

At the front of the line, one of the faerie guard held up her hand and four more readied their bows. All conversation stopped, Arial lifted her wand and pulled me off the path into a thick patch of ferns that were a foot taller than any of us. The rest of the guard seemed to melt away into the surrounding trees. The only sound that could be heard was a solitary bird chirping somewhere high in the treetops. We waited.

Crashing sounds came from the path ahead of us, small trees were pushed over and bushes were being crushed under the weight of something yet unseen. Several squirrels, a couple of rabbits, and a handful of round furry green things with feet scurried across the path and into the bushes on the other side like they were trying to escape a wild fire. As Arial and I retreated further back from the road,  I could see a glint of silver as more spheres were tossed all around where we stood.

Then they came, three monstrous trolls. They must have been eight or nine feet tall and covered in matted, stained black hair. Their small, beady black eyes were set close together and their huge bulbous noses oozed something green and slimy. Their overall appearances were  of  cross-eyed beasts  that were in dire need of a bath, and some cold medicine.

“Remain perfectly still and try not to show fear. They can’t see us now but they can smell fear a mile away and they just might come trampling over the top of us. When they get to the point where the invisibility spheres begin they won’t be able to see the path and they will wander off into the woods, once they are off the path, they won’t be able to get back on it and we can continue on toward the ivy hedge.”

Remaining still and showing no fear was easier said than done. I stood, with my eyes tightly closed, took a deep breath and said to myself, I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid.  The thunderous crashing got closer, then stopped. I heard animal-like grunting and sniffing. I swear I could feel the trolls hot breath on my shoulders. Arial grabbed my arm and pulled me to the left just as a small tree hit the ground with a splintering crack. I opened my eyes to see the trolls blasting through the undergrowth away from us in pursuit of a deer who bolted.

“You can breathe now, they are gone, but we must hurry and place the rest of the charms. The Undak aren’t known for brilliant thinking but that doesn’t mean they won’t circle around this way again.” We emerged from the bushes picking stems out of our hair. The guard shouldered their bows and we started down the path.

When the road forked, we went left and came to an old oak tree with thick soft moss all around its  gnarled roots and a stream that trickled over a rocky bed and down the hill. “I know this place! We’re almost home!”

“Kind One, wait! Don’t run!…you might attract the”…

© Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009.

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"Kind One?"
"Yes Arial..."
"You forgot something."
"I don't think so Arial, what are you talking about?"
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Fun Fairie Facts

You Know a Fairie is Present When...

You hear a whispering of leaves.
You see a whirlwind.
You feel a tingling sensation in your hair.
You have an unexplained loss of time.
You laugh uncontrollably, or feel exceptionally silly.
You see blades of grass bending when there
is no one around.

The Most Likely Place for Fairie Portals Are...

Lake shores
Glades in the forest
Where two roads intersect
Fences and border hedges (this is Arial's favorite)
Stairwells, hallways and landings
Tidal pools
Bends in a road


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I would like to give special thanks to Gail Schimmelpfennig for allowing me to put her wonderful poem "Seeking the Muse" on my site. You can read her poem in the fairy poetry section under "Fairies in Word and Song". Gail is Utah State Poetry Society's 2009 Poet of the Year, and I'm proud to say, a dear friend. You can find her on FaceBook where there is a group for the Utah poets.