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I looked around and saw that we were standing in the grassy meadow that I have come to know so well. Funny how it has started to feel a little like home. I couldn’t help thinking, at least my life couldn’t be called boring! The Palace rose up in front of us. The last time I saw it, it was sparkling ice blue, all icicles and frost. Now, it was a warm pink. Vines of Wisteria and Honeysuckle wrapped around the columns, ferns were growing wildly everywhere. The crystal doors had be replaced with bamboo reeds that were woven together to look like gigantic butterfly wings.

Wow! The spring faeries certainly decorated different than the frost faeries. Cythia lead the way up the steps. When we reached the top, the butterfly wings parted to reveal a beautiful fairy hovering just inside the arch. Tiny pink and purple flowers were braided into her long blond hair, and her crown consisted of masses of multicolored butterflies. I looked a little closer and saw that the wings of the butterflies were constantly moving.

Before my eyes she transformed into a tall graceful elven like being, her gown was made up of layer upon layer of leaves that had been interwoven with a sheer gossamer fabric, it wasn’t a fabric I had ever seen before.

She came forward, took my hands in hers and smiled. Have you ever seen anyone smile with their whole face? It was like that, but more, when she smiled her face actually lit up, it glowed. “Welcome! Please do forgive me my bad manners. I had hoped to greet you much earlier than this, and under more favorable circumstances. Come and sit with me.” She turned and held out a hand to Cythia. “Dearest, would you please have some nectar brought for our guest?”

I was at a loss for words, I’m afraid I gave a very rude first impression but I didn’t know how to respond. Here was a faerie queen treating me like I was the royalty, and it didn’t help that Arial and the guard had retreated politely into the background. “Your Highness…”  she held up a hand to stop me. “Please, call me Alina.” Okay, if I wasn’t already feeling totally undeserving, that did it! I bowed my head, “Alina then, thank you.” I continued. “Alina, please forgive me, but I’m afraid that I’m a little confused. Cythia and Arial have been being very, how shall I say it? Mysterious. Something about things that can impact me?”

Alina sat back and sighed heavily. “Yes, that is my fault. I have instructed them both to be wary of divulging too much information. You never know if the walls have ears.” I looked around the room quickly. “I thought that saying was just a cliche.”  The queen laughed suddenly. “Oh, Kind One! You forget where you are! In the Realm, the walls can literally have ears, and I’m not to sure if that truth hasn’t spilled over into your world.”

Her mood turned suddenly serious. “We have had reports from our allies in the dark woods that there are plans to use you as barter for pardoning the shape shifter, giving her the right to return to our realm. She wants to return and meet again with those who would overthrow the faeries of the four seasons.”

“Ages past, there were beings that could change into anything they had touched, these beings came to be known as shape shifters.  They believed that because they could change form, they were superior to the four seasons of faeries and should rightfully possess the keys of the crown and rule the realm. The four clans came together and exiled the shape shifters, denying them and their descendants, forever after, access to the realm that they so fervently wanted to control.”

“The four seasons of faeries worked together to produce a potion that could change anyone into the thing they touched, leveling the playing field.” Alina cupped my face in her hands. “You, Kind One, are the only human to ever experience the  effects of the changeling potion, and you did it out of love for the fae. There is no way to ever repay our debt to you, you will be forever changed as a result. We must, no, we will protect you. With your world in crises, this is the ideal time for them to stage a takeover.”

Alina stood and paced back and forth. “Our time here is short, the newborn animals are surviving and the crops are planted and growing. We have fulfilled our responsibilities for this turn of the wheel. We must relinquish the power of the season to Queen Lilith and the fire faeries of summer. Midsummer is upon us, but never fear, we will pass on this critical information and the situation will be dealt with, you will be safe.”

When Alina stopped speaking, Arial and the Emerald Guard came forward. Alina waved her wand over our heads and the palace dissolved in white light.

We were back on my porch when Cythia popped in. “Kind one, my queen has alinas-butterfly-giftdispatched me with a gift from the flower faeries.” She held out her hand and in it was a butterfly from the queens crown. “This will guide you when you are lost.”

I had an uneasy feeling of things to come and all I could say was…”oh crap.”

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

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You Know a Fairie is Present When...

You hear a whispering of leaves.
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You feel a tingling sensation in your hair.
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