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I sat up, opened my eyes, and found myself sitting at the base of an old oak tree. The ground was covered with thick, deep green moss and soft, decaying pine needles. Tall fern fronds were growing everywhere. It was warm and humid and the scent of honeysuckle, lavender, and pine hung heavy in the air. The smell was the sweet, clean smell of  spring. I blinked several times trying to bring my eyes into focus. It took a few minutes, but soon my sight cleared and I was able to make out what recently just looked like huge, shadowy stick like beings. Everywhere I looked I saw nothing but tall, old pine trees and undergrowth. The sun was filtering through the canopy of the forest in hazy, golden rays, hitting the shadowed forest floor in gleaming pools of emerald light that danced around as the trees swayed peacefully back and forth. How long have I been here?

My head was throbbing, keeping time with the woodpecker high in trees that was doing it’s best to imitate a jackhammer. Thinking as hard as I could with my head pounding, I tried to remember where I am, and how I got here…I looked around again, wherever here is. Funny, I thought it was winter. I know this because Bill and I were just putting up our Christmas  tree. I remember Warren and Odette hanging silver ice-sickles on the bottom-most branches and chasing the dogs who were constantly darting in, grabbing a mouthful, then dashing off in a daring game of keep away. I pushed myself up, using the tree as a brace. The world tilted sharply. Whoa! I felt like I had had just a little to much to drink. Where am I?

Then it came flooding back in waves of remembered music and dancing…the Yule Ball! Well that answers the question of the headache, faeries have the most delectable honeyed mead. It is wonderful, but a little goes a long way. I held my head and tried to steady the world as it spun around me. Raising my voice, I called out to the forest at large, “Anyone here!?” I winced, the sound of my voice pounded in my ears and drove spikes into my brain. I decided that yelling was out of the question.

I didn’t have to repeat myself. Soon, five dazzling streaks of light flashed through the underbrush. They darted and danced all around me. To fast for my dizzy brain to keep up with. “Hey! Please! slow down!” The five faeries who I know all to well came to an abrupt stop, causing me to fall backward and plop down on the lush, velvet moss.

Sunny, Bella, Pip, Ferne, and Arial, glided slowly down until they were in front of my face, about three inches from my nose, then hung in mid air, all talking and giggling at the same time. I had to smile, it’s the same old routine every time the group gets together. Faeries! They are so flighty and full of energy. Holding my arms out, I waved my hands frantically back and forth. “Okay, okay, OKAY!! One at a time, I can’t understand you when you speak all at once”.

The excited chatter died down, then Bella, Pip, and Ferne got behind me to push, while Sunny and Arial each took one of my hands to pull me to a standing position. Much to my surprise, it worked! Note to self…never, ever, underestimate the strength of a faerie. The movement was so fast that it felt like all the color drained out of my face. Arial darted in close, perched on my shoulder and ask in a slightly worried tone. “Kind One? Are you alright? You wanted to stand-up, didn’t you?”

It took a moment to gather my wits and my balance, but I managed to stay standing once I was up. “Arial!” my voice came out all breathless. “What in the Goddesses name went on at the party last night!?” All the faeries giggled and Arial replied, “Last night? Kind One, you have been here for a week. I must say, it was a delight to see how you got on with the Centaurs! At one point, you even tried to ride one!” Pip was bouncing up and down behind Arial, her wings all sparkling red and gold. “I helped! I helped!” Needless to say, that set off another round of chirps and giggles.

Of course, I remembered none of this. Arial held out her hand, her dainty fingers curled around a Lilliputian sized golden flask. “Here Kind One, drink this. I think you will be pleasantly surprised in how much better you feel.” I took the itty bitty bottle and uncorked it. The potion smelled like ripe strawberries. I was just about to up end the bottle when the memory of another potion blazed through my mind like a flash of white hot lightening . That was the time I had to rescue a faerie friend from my neighbor, Mrs. Shunner, who it turns out, is a shape shifter trying to gather enough energy to get back into the faerie realm through the portal in my backyard. That potion turned me into the likeness of her black cat. A cold shiver ran down my spine, causing a visible shudder. Seeing my hesitation, Arial asked, “Why do you hesitate? It is perfectly harmless. You will feel better, I promise.”

I shot Arial a sideways glance, hoping she didn’t see my sarcastic smirk, then, pushing the memories of Mrs. Shunners house deep down into a dark corner of my mind, I tilted the flask up and let the sweet liquid cascade over my tongue and down my throat. Warmth spread quickly through me. All of the dizziness disappeared and my mind snapped into sharp focus. I swear, I think energy shot from my finger tips!

I felt great! I think I could have single-handedly defeated the sinister forces that are threatening the realm. “Arial!” What was in that? I feel wonderful!” Sunny, Arial and the others swooped and dived around me while I did cartwheels through the bushes. We all fell, laughing and breathless, into the mossy bed at the foot of the old Oak tree. “Wow Arial, you should bottle that stuff, you could really get rich”.

Arial spun around, smoothing out her blue and white gown, then brushed some moss off of her wings. “See, I told you you would feel better. But alas, Queen Orlaith would never permit that kind of magic to be let lose in your mortal world.” She stopped, then went on. “I am glad you feel yourself again, I have great news.”

I don’t know what it was, maybe the look of excitement in her eyes, or it could have been her tone of voice, but I knew instantly that what she was going to tell me was going to change the coarse of things. “What?” Excitement began to bubble up inside of me. “What is it Arial?”

Everything went silent, it was as if the forest was holding it’s breath. “Arial, tell me! I’m about to burst!” Arial spun around once then said, “Your neighbor, the shape shifter, has been subdued. The mortals of your guard have taken her away. It seems that she was evil in your world as well as ours. She will not see the light of day again.”

I didn’t know what to say, to think. We have been battling against her getting through the portal for so long! Relief swept through me. “Your kidding! Oh Arial, This is wonderful news!” It felt like a one hundred pound weight had just fallen off of my shoulders. “Oh, I can’t weight to tell Bill that we are going to have new neighbors!  Normal neighbors! Fly me home Arial, this is going to be a sparkling new year!”

© Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009-2011

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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For those who would rather listen, you can find all of the audio post in one convenient place, just look under the tab "Faeries in word and song". These are arranged from earliest to most recent so that you will be caught up on all the adventures. Turn up your sound!

"Kind One?"
"Yes Arial..."
"You forgot something."
"I don't think so Arial, what are you talking about?"
"look at the bottom of the posts!"
"I still don't...wait a minute...oh of course! Thanks for bringing that to my attention, what ever would I do without you."

Arial wants me to point out that you can also listen to each post by playing the audio at the end of each posting.

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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.