This is my Advent Calendar for this coming December. It has 24 little doors counting down to Christmas. I absolutely adore it and I can’t wait to see what is behind the doors! 😃☃️🧚🏼♀️❄️
This is my Advent Calendar for this coming December. It has 24 little doors counting down to Christmas. I absolutely adore it and I can’t wait to see what is behind the doors! 😃☃️🧚🏼♀️❄️
Light a candle! One candle will burn for this little earth
The shiny star in heaven, where we all share a home.
May all find hope, so good things can happen,
May earth and heaven meet. A candle is lit for that.
Light a candle! Two candles will shine for love and faith,
For those who show compassion and always seek to reconcile.
May prisoners have their freedom and refugees a home.
Light a candle for those who are crying and those who comfort them.
Light a candle! Three candles will shine for all those who have to fight
For justice and for freedom, for they need our support.
May no one lose their hope until all people can live as one.
Light a candle for those who fight for freedom and for their human rights.
Light a candle! Four candles are shining for Him
who loves all that lives, every lion and every lamb.
Light a candle for the heavenly king
the shepherds saw on the holy night.
Now heaven and earth will be one
in this heavenly child asleep on a bed of hay and straw.
* This is the Norwegian Advent prayer song written by Eyvind Skeie and here translated to English by yours truly 😊😊
I grew up in Norway, the country where you are almost guaranteed a white Christmas, so needless to say, snow was a very important ingredient in my childhood Christmas. But it was much more than that.
In Norway, Christmas starts either by the first Sunday of Advent or December first, whatever comes first. On the first Sunday of Advent a huge Christmas Tree is lit in evert city and town. This is a big event where families, friends and neighbors come together to take part in the lighting of the tree and the singing of Christmas carols. Children are especially fond of dancing around the tree linked to one another in big circles, starting with the smallest ones closest to the tree. This is also the day the Christmas exhibition starts in the shops and streets, and you will find children glued to the windows of toyshops where trains carrying Santas go around and around in a loop, and where the newest shiniest toys are displayed for Children to put on their Christmas wish lists.
When I was a little girl I was especially fond of Santa’s Workshop, a huge display in the mall where motorized santas and elves chopped wood, ate porridge and wrapped presents. I was, however, a little scared of the people dressed up as santas with scary plastic masks and fake beard wandering around in the streets handing out oranges and gingerbread men to the kids.
From December first children will open the first door in their Advent Calendars. Some calendars have colorful pictures inside, some have chocolate, but the best ones are the homemade “present calendars”, and I was lucky enough to have one. The whole of November my mother would collect little presents, anything from small toy cars and parts of a lego set (for my brother), colorful fun-shaped erasers, troll pencils or doll furniture (for me), and wrap them in 24 neat presents. These presents she would hang on a homemade calendar. My brother and I had a wooden Santa each with little hooks on, but more common is the embroidered cloth calendars with plastic hooks. Mothers and grandmothers everywhere would sit in late evenings after the children had gone to bed making these beautiful calendars.
Even in school we had an advent calendar. Each child (in Norway a class typically has 22-26 pupils) would bring a small gift, the gifts would be mixed up, hung on the wall and every day we would draw a name from a hat to see who would get to open today’s gift.
From last year’s Christmas Calendar on NRK «Snowfall».
At 6 pm every day of December every Norwegian child (and some adults too) will be glued to the TV. Nrk, our government broadcasting channel, will each December show a Christmas Calendar on TV. Every day there is a new episode which typically ends on a cliffhanger so that you just need to see what happens next. The finale of this show will be on Christmas Eve.
My mother would bake Christmas cookies to last the whole month, and on the four Sundays of advent we would have a fiest of Christmas cookies and other sweets while we lit the advent candle and recited the accompanying poem. Each poem is a prayer for a more loving, peaceful, and kind world. In almost every house in Norway you will see a Christmas star and an advent candle holder throughout December. Nowadays, most of them run on electricity though, but in the olden days (when my granny was a little girl) they would have real light in them.
« A Scandinavian vintage postcard”
13th December is Saint Lucia Day. This is the darkest night of the year, and Norwegians celebrate it with lights. A procession of kids, girls dressed up as Lucia and boys as star boys, with wreaths of light on their heads will sing the Lucia song while giving cakes (called Lucia cakes) to anyone they meet. Nowadays this is often done in homes for senior citizens.
Us kids eating away at the Christmas cookies.
Around mid-December my grandmother would invite the family for a Christmas workshop. This would typically be on the third Sunday of Advent. The purpose of the workshop was to make Christmas decorations. Days in advance my granny would collect evergreens, holly, moss and cones, and my mother and aunties would bring ribbons, little decorative birds and santas, and we would all make beautiful wreaths and baskets with big candles in them. When the day was coming to an end granny would serve rice porridge with sugar and cinnamon for us kids and pea soup for the adults, followed by coffee and Christmas cookies. All of us six grandchildren used to love this day in particular and would look forward to it every year. When we came home we would hang our wreaths on the door, light our candles and wait impatiently for Christmas to arrive.
To be continued…
It was the first day of December and it was snowing. It had started early in the morning when no one was awake. The soft powdery specks had fallen so quietly not even the winter birds had stirred in their sleep. Now a white-washed sheet of tiny fairy diamonds covered the garden gnomes and the bronze-fashioned forest nymph, giving the town garden a touch of Wonderland splendor. There was hardly any engine sounds, only a faint twitter of frosted early birds muffled by the gentle stillness of water being transfigured into ice. A lamp from a window cast a warm yellow shadow on the sparkling china rug, followed by ringlets of brightness and the fluttering of wings. A little figure could be seen in the window. It was a girl, perhaps about eight years old. She was wearing a silver-colored crown on her head, and she kept waving a starry wand back and forth, but nothing seemed to happen. The window sill was lined with porcelain Christmas Angels wearing red frocks and sporting a halo above their golden-haired heads. “Why don’t you just try flying?” said the girl. She opened the window and a cold wind blew the tiniest angel unto the floor. The little girl sighed. “Vieeennnaaaa!! What are you doing? close that window!” Vienna closed the window before her mother had even started to climb the stairs. She gave another little sigh and headed down for breakfast. So you see, she couldn’t see the tiny flutter behind the snowed-in clay pot in the garden. She couldn’t hear the bell-like whispering like falling silver. “See, Marciana, I told you she believed! Nothing is lost yet.”
“Oh, there you are, Sabine.” Marciana tip-toed out from her hiding place, dusting her feathers and tucking her scarf tighter around her little body. “You missed her, Marcy! Why are you always so timid?” “Who did I miss, Sabine?” “The human of course!” Marciana chuckled and rolled her eyes. Sabine was always going on about humans. “Come on, let’s go home while it is still snowing.” Sabine sighed. Nobody ever listened to her! The Snow Queen had said that they needed a human, and this girl, with her little winged figurines, was just perfect! “We have to hurry, Sabine, the sun is going to peak at any minute.” Marciana took hold of a snow flake and tapped it with her pinky, and the snow flake grew until it was big enough to carry the little fairy. “Why can’t we just use our own wings?” complained Sabine. “You know the magic only works with snow, Sabine.” Sabine knew that that was what the Snow Queen said, but she had never quite believed it. But nevertheless, she did as she was told, and joined Marciana on her own snow flake, and together the two little fairies ascended, and vanished into the white flutter of shimmering winter crystals.
Vienna liked her school, but she wished the lessons could have been taught outside. Even now, in the biting cold, she longed to be outside. The assignment the teacher had given them today was an essay assignment, they were to write about their dreams. Of course, Vienna’s essay was all about fairies. Vienna always had strange dreams, vivid and magical. Her favorite dreams were the ones in which she could fly. “Vienna! Vienna! The bell rung, didn’t you hear?” Elisabeth was pulling Vienna’s arm, trying to make her get up. Vienna hurriedly flung her books and pencils into her pink backpack and followed Elisabeth outside. It was a beautiful afternoon, all quiet and yellow, just like Vienna liked them. Afternoons like this always reminded Vienna of angels. Elisabeth and Vienna usually walked home together after school, but today Elisabeth had choir practice, so Vienna had to go through the woods alone. She didn’t mind though, trees were her favorite kind of beings. “See you tomorrow!” Elisabeth waved and ran for the after-school building. “See you!” replied Vienna and took a right turn on to the forest path. She was alone on the path, and the only company she seemed to have were birds twittering happily about. The snow was soft and pliant and made that delicious squishy sound under her boots. When she came to the little stream she stopped abruptly. Wasn’t there someone there? Someone…ice skating awfully fast on the frozen water? Vienna squinted her eyes, and looked closer. Yes, yes! Someone was definitely there! But, it looked like….Vienna had to look twice, yes, it looked exactly like a garden gnome!
“Oh, there you are!” said the little gnome and looked straight at Vienna. Vienna startled and had to hold on to a drooping branch, she felt quite dizzy. “But…I can…see you!” she stuttered. “Of course you can see me, silly girl, you believe, right? I mean that is what the Snow Queen said anyway.” “Yes, yes of course I believe, but I have never been able to see you before,” replied Vienna. The gnome sighed and looked at her as though she was completely clueless. “Well, that is because we have never showed ourselves to you before of course!” “But then, why are you letting me see you now?” Vienna had let go of the branch and dropped to her knees so that she could see the tiny gnome better. She had always wanted to see a gnome! Any fairy creature really, she had, up till now, only seen them in her dreams. “The Snow Queen has sent me to fetch you,” said the gnome resolutely. “Fetch me? Fetch me where?” “To her Queendom of course! Come on let’s go, there is no time to spare.” Vienna shook her head, “but that is impossible, I am much to big to go anywhere with you.” The gnome chuckled, “well, that can be fixed.” He reached into his messenger bag and took out a piece of red mushroom and offered it to Vienna. “But,” protested Vienna, “our biology teacher has told us that red mushrooms are poisonous!” The gnome snorted in annoyance. “Of course they are! The Queen made it so, she wouldn’t want just any human to wander into her land, that would be stupid, don’t you think?” Vienna nodded her head, she knew well enough what her class mates thought about fairies. “So will you take it or not?” Vienna reached out for the tiny mushroom, swallowed hard, and popped it into her mouth.
As soon as Vienna felt the bitter taste of the mushroom on her tongue, a peculiar sensation arose in her feet, it traveled up her body and turned into a tingling behind her ears. Then suddenly she was falling, but no, she wasn’t falling at all, she was…shrinking! She shrank and shrank until she was just about the same size as the gnome, perhaps even a bit tinier.
Vienna was relieved to see that her clothes had shrunk too. “There,” said the gnome, “now you are just about perfect. Put on these.” He handed her a pair of ice skates. “We are going that way,” the gnome pointed down the frozen stream. Vienna nodded and put on the skates. Together they skated down the stream, past the hoarfroadted sieve and withered straw, the abandoned ant mount, and the drooping gigantic snow clad firs. The gnome stopped abruptly when they arrived at a wind blown tree, turned over so that the roots were twisted against the sky. Vienna bumped into his back and excused herself shyly. “Pay attention to where you are going, silly girl!” Scolded the gnome. “It’s this way!” He beckoned Vienna to follow him. They both removed their skates and continued on foot towards the muddy root. The gnome tapped his pinky a couple of times on a tiny pebble and then suddenly, a tiny door appeared. Vienna stared in amazement at the door. “Well, come along! We haven’t got all day!” Said the gnome and opened the door.
Elisabeth finished Choir practice early that day, and she hurried home to play with her dog Frances. Frances was a snowy white golden retriever and he was Elisabeth’s best friend in the whole wide world. Of course Vienna was also her friend, but she couldn’t quite measure up to Frances. Maybe because Elisabeth had known Frances since he was a puppy, and Vienna she had only known for two years. “Frances! Frances! Come and play!” Elisabeth flung open the door and dumped her school bag on the floor. She expected Frances to come running and jump on her and lick her face. But he didn’t. “Frances! Come here boy!” Elisabeth was getting a bit worried. But this time Frances came trotting lazily towards her. He gave a small woof and licked Elisabeth’s foot. “Hey boy, what’s the matter with you today, why are you looking so sleepy?” She patted Frances and fetched his leash, but Frances turned on his heel and went back into the house. “Frances? Don’t you want to play?” Frances woofed again, apologetically, and went to sleep in his basket.
Vienna blinked her eyes twice. Could this really be happening to her? All her life she had dreamed of finding a secret door and visit Fairyland. And now, she was actually here! All Fairyland was bathed in a soft yellow light, and a surprisingly cold wind went swooshing by. Vienna could hear chiming sounds all over, like a thousand wind chimes or silvery sleigh bells. And right in front of her, troops of red-robed elves hastened by. Vienna realized that the music was coming from them, even though they didn’t appear to be playing any instruments. “Welcome to Cinderwood!” announced the gnome and flung his arms out lavishly. “Cinderwood?” questioned Vienna and wrinkled her nose at the strange name. “Well yes, it is the name of this place, of course!” “But I thought we were in Fairyland,” protested Vienna. The gnome snorted. “Fairyland! What nonsense! This is one of the many Fey realms, the one ruled by her majesty the Snow Queen.” “Oh, there are many?” asked Vienna excitedly. The gnome looked at her sternly and sighed. “We don’t have time for a geography lesson, lass. The Snow Queen is expecting you!” The gnome marched after the Elf troop, and Vienna felt she had no choice but to follow him. She did want to see the Snow Queen!
The Snow Queen was the most beautiful lady Vienna had ever seen! She was everything she had ever dreamed a fairy to be! Her wings were perfect sheer gossamer lace, her hair was long and silvery and her eyes full of stars. Vienna couldn’t help herself, she had to curtsy in front of this divine queen. The Queen smiled at the gesture and said in a very sweet sing-song voice: “Please, dear child, arise, I want to look at you properly.” Vienna rose and stared into the Snow Queen’s lovely eyes. “Aah, there you are, little girl. Our most faithful believer. We have been waiting for you, little one.” “Waiting for me?” asked Vienna curiously. The Snow Queen nodded and smiled. “Your majesty,” stuttered Vienna, ” Why am I really here?”. The Queen came to stand next to Vienna, she patted her head gently and, out of thin air, conjured a cup of hot chocolate topped with pink mini marshmallows, Vienna’s favorite. She gave the cup to Vienna and beckoned for her to drink. The cup was a perfect white china tea cup with little pink roses painted on the sides. It was just the kind of cup Vienna had always dreamed of drinking from. She took a sip and relished the sweet taste of the deliciously hot chocolate. The Snow Queen smiled, and then she wrapped Vienna in her delicate arms and chuckled, “Why Child, you have come to slay the dragon of course.”
Elisabeth woke up even before the sun had started rising that morning. The dark blue sky was full of white stars and there was a tiny silvery moon glittering melancholically against the sapphire backdrop. She tried to go back to sleep, but somehow she just couldn’t, so she decided to get up and take Frances for a walk. She quickly got dressed and fitted her feet into some chunky snow boots. “Frances! Frances! Let’s go boy!” Elisabeth heard a faint woofing somewhere. “Frances! Frances, where are you?” Woof! The sound was so muffled Elisabeth didn’t understand where it came from. Then she heard someone scratching at the door. Woof! “Frances, are you outside?” Elisabeth hurried over to the door and unlocked it, Frances jumped up on her and started licking her face frantically. His fur was so cold, he must have waited outside for a long time. But Elisabeth remembered saying goodnight to him and watching him go to sleep in his wicker basket the night before. “Frances, where have you been? Who let you out in the middle of the night?” Woof! said Frances and trotted over to his bowl. Elisabeth sighed, and started filling the bowl with dog food.
“But…but,” stuttered Vienna. “I am just a little girl! I don’t know anything about slaying dragons!” The Snow Queen flashed her one of her most endearing smiles. ” But you are wrong, dear, you are not so very little. You are human.” Vienna shook her head, ” No, I am not anymore! You made me tiny!” ” well, that is a mere trifle, we will get you back to your own size in no time, and then the dragon will not even be tall enough to lick your cheek.” The Snow Queen sighed when she saw Vienna’s terrified face. ” I am sorry my dear, that I have to ask you to do this. But when that Snow Dragon came down from the North and started developing a taste for fairy puppies, I just knew that we needed help from a human, and well, there aren’t many believers left in the world, so when Sabine told me about you, I just knew you were our champion. ” Sabine, who had been hiding behind a pink fairy tree, stepped out and waved to Vienna. Vienna waved back, she didn’t really feel like it, but she thought it was too rude not to. ” So,” she said and looked the Snow Queen straight in the eye, ” you expect me to go out there and slay a dragon all by myself?”. “Oh, no!” Answered the Snow Queen, ” Sabine here has volunteered to go with you.” Vienna looked distrustfully at the tiny fairy, and somehow she didn’t feel very comforted.
The Snow Queen’s magician arrived in a hurry to brew the potion that would restore Vienna to her normal height again. The potion was a simple one involving brown mushrooms and juniper berries . “And then I’ll be needing some of your hair, human girl,” said the magician and reached out to pluck one of Vienna’s hairs. “Ouch! What was that for?” Demanded Vienna. ” That was for me you silly girl,” said Sabine, and in 1-2-3 she gulped down the potion containing Vienna’s hair. Then suddenly something odd started to happen, the tiny Sabine started growing! She grew and grew until she was so tall Vienna looked like a caterpillar in comparison. ” But…but, ” protested Vienna, ” I thought the potion was for me!” ” of course we have one for you as well,” snorted the magician, ” bottoms up!” He placed a little golden tumbler in Vienna’s hand, and she obediently tipped it down her throat, and just like Sabine had done, she started growing too, until the two girls were just about the same size. Sabine smiled to Vienna and took hold of her hand. ” Hurry up, girls!” Called the now tiny Snow Queen, ” and remember, Sabine, the spell breaks at midnight, and then you will go back to being your regular fairy size again.” Sabine nodded. ” Good luck!” Said all the fairies in unison, and Sabine and Vienna, still holding hands, turned, and started their journey north to where a puppy-eating Dragon was waiting for them.
The coming evening Elisabeth decided to stay up and watch over Frances. She didn’t want him to get trapped outside in the cold again. They played for a little while, then Frances ate his evening meal and went to sleep in his basket. Elisabeth must have dozed off too, because when she abruptly woke up a little later the room was completely dark. She looked around, curious to see what had startled her, and then she discovered that Frances’ Basket was empty. “Frances! Franceees!” Elisabeth got up and started searching the room, then suddenly she heard Frances whimpering in the hall. She found him standing by the front door, clearly wanting to go out. “What is it, boy?” Elisabeth scratched Frances behind his ear. She didn’t want to let him out, but then, what if he needed to go to the toilet or something? Elisabeth sighed, she got the leash from the hat shelf and attached it to Frances’ collar. It was freezing outside, the whole lawn was covered in hoarfrost and the sky was so clear Elisabeth could see at least a million white stars up there. Frances pulled at the leash, wanting her to let him loose. ” Hold on a minute,boy,” said Elisabeth and went to make sure the garden gate was closed, then she let Frances off the leash, and he immediately trotted over to the bushes to do his business. Just then it started snowing. Elisabeth shivered in her thin sweater and looked miserably up at the bleak winter sky. ” Come on, boy, let’s go back inside!” But when she looked towards the bushes, where Frances had been just seconds ago, he was gone.
The Northgoing path was a tricky one, with slippery rocks, big enough to even challenge the two human-sized girls. It was slowly getting dark and the snow was pouring down like a vicious rain shower. “This would have been so much easier with wings!” Sighed the wing-deprived Sabine. Vienna squeezed her hand, but offered no words of comfort. It really would have been easier with wings! The snowy track was difficult to follow and became more and more so by the minute as it got darker and darker. But the two girls braved through the weather and found comfort in each other. Suddenly there was a cracking sound, and a swooshing and then something heavy landed somewhere in the snow. “What was that?” Squirmed Vienna and clung a little tighter to Sabine’s hand. ” Quickly,” urged Sabine, “get behind that tree!” Vienna and Sabine hurried over to a huge fir tree, with snow-drenched thick branches. ” Look!” Whispered Vienna and pointed to a huge white animal appearing on the same path the girls had just vacated. ” What is that thing?” Vienna tugged nervously at Sabine’s hand. ” That,” said Sabine, ” is a Fairy Werebear.”
“W-w-what is a Fairy Werebear?” stuttered Vienna. it certainly didn’t look like anything particularly friendly. “A Fairy Werebear,” whispered Sabine, “is a Snow Fairy who turns into a Polar Bear at night.” “Are they dangerous?” Vienna could not hide the terror in her voice. “Well, when they are fairies they are just as nice or naughty as any other fairy, but when they take the form of a bear….well let’s just say, they are not always reasonable.” Vienna swallowed hard. “So what do we do?” “We wait here, and hope it will go away soon.” But just as Sabine said that, the bear roared loudly and stood up on his hind legs. At first Vienna thought that it had seen them, but then she heard the flapping sound in the sky, and she looked up to see what the Fairy Werebear was roaring at, and that is when she saw it: the dragon.
The Fairy Werebear kept roaring at the dragon, and the dragon, to Vienna’s utter astonishment, looked almost scared, but then it was as though he remembered that he was a dragon and snorted out, not dancing red flames but white icy whirlwinds of thick freezing snow! The bear sneezed, fell down on his front paws and gave a last half-whimpering roar before he turned around and trotted hastily away. The dragon kept an eye on him until he was gone, and then he made a swift side-flip and headed North. “Come on,” urged Sabine, “Let’s follow him!” “But, is that wise? he might freeze us!” Sabine looked sternly at Vienna, “don’t you understand anything? That is the dragon, the snow dragon, you are supposed to slay!” Vienna gave Sabine a sharp look, “but he wasn’t that small! He was in fact quite big!” “Well, the Snow Queen might have exaggerated a little, besides, he is much smaller than the fire-breathing dragons!” There was nothing Vienna could do, she sighed and followed Sabine as they headed after the dragon. It didn’t take long before the dragon started descending and landed in front of a huge black cave. Sabine pulled Vienna out of sight, as the dragon entered his cave. “Listen!” said Sabine suddenly, “do you hear that?” Vienna pulled off her cap and listened intently, and then she heard it too, someone, or something, was yapping madly in there, in fact, it sounded just like a chorus of puppies!!
“The Fairy puppies!!” exclaimed Vienna, “They are alive!” “But for how much longer,” interrupted Sabine, “We’ve got to get them out of there now!” “But how, Sabine? The Dragon is right there!.” Sabine gave her one of her stern looks and shook her head in frustration, “but that is why we are here, Vienna. That is why you are here. To slay the dragon. How many times do I have to keep reminding you!?” Vienna’s whole body shook with suppressed anger and fear “And what, if I may ask, had you all planned I was going to slay the dragon with?” Sabine looked up at her, and then she looked at both of their empty hands. She didn’t seem to have any answers to that. “Let’s get the puppies out first, and worry about the snow dragon later,” suggested Sabine. And Vienna did not object, she couldn’t think of any ideas herself. The two girls cautiously approached the cave, and when they were just at the entrance, Sabine started calling out softly: “Come, little ones, come here! Here puppies, come to Sabine now!” “They must be tied up,” whispered Vienna, but to her astonishment a tiny fairy puppy revealed itself just outside the darkness of the cave entrance, and soon another joined in, and then another, and not long after a whole bunch of fairy puppies were trotting happily over to Sabine’s outstretched hands, but then suddenly another shape appeared out of the shadows, a much bigger shape, making an awful angry snorting sound. “Draaagooon!!!” shouted Vienna.
Sabine had just managed to get the last Fairy puppy to safety when the big white dragon wobbled out of the cave. She looked helplessly at Vienna, but Vienna had no idea whatsoever what to do. The snow Dragon came closer and closer and soon they would both turn to ice, but just as the dragon took a deep breath Vienna caught a glimpse of a broken over branch on the ground, she reached for it and started fencing back and forth with it, as though it was a perfectly sharp sword, but this seemed to just anger the dragon more. It lifted its front paw and aimed to strike Vienna, but just then Sabine shot forward with a warrior cry like nothing Vienna had ever heard before. But just as the dragon started backing away, shocked and unraveled by Sabine’s awful scream, the worst possible thing happened, Sabine started shrinking! She shrank and shrank and shrank….
…and shrank until she was back to her normal fairy size again. “Oh no!” Exclaimed Vienna, ” it must be midnight, and the spell is over! Now what do I do?” The snow Dragon stepped forward and lifted his paw, and Vienna was sure it was all over, but then she saw something, something familiar…it was a collar around the dragon’s neck…Vienna knew she had seen that collar before somewhere, but how?… where?
And then she remembered it…Frances! It was Frances’ collar, Elisabeth’s dog! “What did you do to Frances?” Vienna screamed at the Dragon, more fiercely than she had ever screamed at anyone ever before. But then something weird happened, the dragon seemed startled and started backing away, until he was sitting, hunched down on his derriere, whimpering pathetically. Vienna approached him cautiously. “What did you do to Frances?” she said again, a bit milder this time. The moment she said “Frances”, the dragon started howling. He sounded like….like….a dog crying. “What happened?” asked Sabine who had come flying on her fairy wings as fast she could to assist her friend. “I don’t know,” muttered Vienna, “he just kind of gave up and started crying.” Sabine approached the dragon, she tried pulling at the dragon’s collar, but it wouldn’t budge. “There is no way he could have put this on himself,” she stated, “it is enchanted, he seems to be under some kind of spell.” Then suddenly a mad idea came to Vienna. “Sit!” she said firmly to the dragon, and the dragon sat up abruptly. Vienna looked into the Snow Dragon’s golden eyes. “Frances?” “Frances, is that you?” “Woof!” said the dragon.
As soon as they heard the dragon woofing, the fairy puppies came wobbling on their chubby legs over to the dragon. They lay down by his side and started licking his paws. “Oh, look!” said Sabine, “they are comforting him! So they were never in any real danger after all! But, Vienna, who is Frances?” “Frances,” answered Vienna, “is my best friend, Elisabeth’s dog. But don’t ask how he can be a dragon here in Fairyland, because I have no idea about that!”
“Hmmm,” said Sabine, “maybe he ate the magic mushrooms in the forest, they work differently on animals. I have heard of it before, it is like with the Fairy Werebear, they turn into something differently at night.” “But that means,” said Vienna, “that as soon as the sun goes up, he will turn back into a dog and go home?” “Yes, that is how the spell works, but we can’t let that happen! What if the people of Cinderwood don’t believe us, and continue to hunt the dragon tomorrow night! We have to bring him back to the Snow Queen before the sun rises, I am sure the court magician have something that can break the spell entirely.” But just as Sabine said that, the sky went from pitch black to dark blue, and on the far away horizon, a golden light appeared.
“We will never get there in time!” exclaimed Vienna, “the sun is almost rising!” “We will never get there walking, but we could make it if we were all flying,” said Sabine mischievously. She fluttered her own delicate fairy wings, then looked over at Vienna and pointed at Frances. “You will have to let him carry you, it is the only way.” Vienna shook her head violently. No way was she going to fly on a dragon who was really just a dog! “You have to!” insisted Sabine sternly. “Look, the fairy puppies and I will go ahead and lead the way, Frances will just have to follow.” Vienna looked nervously over at Frances. He seemed harmless enough, now that she knew who he really was, but flying on his back! That was really asking too much trust in a dog, even though he was supposed to be man’s best friend. “Come on!” called Sabine encouragingly. She was already in the air, followed by the fairy puppies. Reluctantly Vienna got up and climbed on to Frances’ back, and as soon as she wrapped her arms securely around the dragon’s neck, he took off and leaped up in the cold pre-dawn air.
It was a race against time like none other. Vienna felt that she had never seen the sun rise so fast before. Sabine was flying like a hurricane, tightly followed by the fairy puppies, flapping and panting and trying their level best to keep up with their leader. The Dragon did not seem to have any problem at all with the speed, he only wobbled a bit now and then in the strongest gusts of wind. “See!” shouted Sabine from the front troops, “There it is! It is Cinderwood!” The sun was almost up, it seemed like they were just going to make it, but then Vienna spotted something they had not been expecting: The Snow Queen’s Archers!! And they were pointing their arrows straight at Frances!!
” Noooooo, stoooop!!” Cried Sabine, ” He isn’t dangerous! He is enchanted! Please don’t shoot!” The Snow Queen listened intently, and made a move with her hand, and then, to Vienna’s great relief, the Archers put down their weapons. Sabine was the first to land, followed by the fairy puppies, and then shyly and carefully, Frances landed, with Vienna on his back. Sabine sprang forth and hurriedly explained the circumstances. The sun was just finishing her dip behind the mountains when the Snow Queen, in a high shrill voice, called for her royal magician.
Frances landed softly on the snowy ground and Vienna hurried over to the Snow Queen. ” He is not a mean puppy-eating Snow Dragon, your majesty, he is my best friend’s dog! And he must have been lonely, that is why he took the fairy puppies.” The Snow Queen nodded thoughtfully. ” My magician is working on a cure, a counter spell of sorts, it will only take a minute.” ” But your majesty, we don’t have a minute!” And just as Vienna said that, the sun rose above the trees and Frances disappeared. ” oh no!” Cried Sabine, “we were too late!! ” The magician came running just then with the counter spell in hand. ” Quickly, Sabine take the spell,” said the Snow Queen, ” You must go with Vienna to her world through the snow portal, it will be quicker, give the spell to Frances immediately. I don’t know if it will work but we have to try!” The gnome who had escorted Vienna to Cinderwood approached Vienna and gave her a piece of mushroom. ” Eat this, and you will shrink to fairy-size again.” Vienna didn’t hesitate this time, she quickly swallowed the mushroom and felt herself shrinking until she and Sabine were the same size again. Sabine took Vienna’s hand and hurriedly grabbed on to a snow flake, and together they drifted off into space. It didn’t take long until they landed in Elisabeth’s garden, and there was Frances standing helplessly and forlorn shivering in front of the door to Elisabeth’s house. Sabine handed Vienna the spell to make her big again and Vienna gulped it down, then she ran over to Frances and shoved the magician’s cure into his mouth. Frances yelped and barked and that woke up Elisabeth who came out to see what the noise was all about. ” Vienna? What are you doing here? And what’s wrong with Frances?” ” It’s a long story,” replied Vienna, ” I’ll tell you later.” Just then Elisabeth spotted Sabine hiding behind a garden bush. ” A fairy!” She exclaimed, ” A real fairy!”. Sabine came out of hiding and did a deep curtesy. ” Did it work?”asked Vienna. ” I don’t know,” replied Sabine, ” I guess we will see tonight. But Vienna, I have to go back now. I’m not supposed to be seen.” Vienna nodded, and the two girls gave each other a heartfelt hug. ” will I ever see you again?” Whispered Vienna into the tiny fairy’s ear. “sure you will,” replied Sabine and gave a little wink, and then just like that, she was gone. That day, Vienna and Elisabeth had a lot to talk about. Vienna told Elisabeth everything that had happened, but if it hadn’t been for the fact that Elisabeth had actually seen Sabine with her own eyes, she would not have believed the extraordinary story. That night, while the two friends were sleeping, it started snowing, and one little dog, sleeping happily in his wicker Basket felt an itch on his back, and when he woke up to scratch it, he discovered, to his astonishment, that he had grown a beautiful pair of snow white wings.
Advent is a tradition we treasure in all of Scandinavia. It is the four weeks of waiting for Christmas. Each Sunday of Advent (4 Sundays) we light a candle, and each candle represents a prayer. We have one poem in particular, written by a very beloved Norwegian poet named Inger Hagerup, that all kids and adults alike in Norway knows by heart. We say one verse each Sunday as we light the candle.
I have translated the poem for you to English as there weren’t really translations available. So here it is:
We light the first candle tonight
And we light it for joy.
It stands alone
Shining bright for all of us to see
We light the first candle tonight
And we light it for joy.
We light the second candle tonight
And we light it for hope.
Two candles are burning brightly tonight
Two candles for hope and joy.
We light the second candle tonight
And we light it for hope.
We light the third candle tonight
And we light it for our longing.
Three candles are burning brightly tonight
Three candles for hope, joy and for longing.
We light the third candle tonight
And we light it for our longing.
We light all the four candles tonight,
And we let them burn for hope, joy, longing and peace,
But most of all for peace,
Peace to earth and to all mankind.
We light all the four candles tonight,
And we watch them burn down,
For hope, joy, longing and peace.
Beautiful art by: Lisi Martin
Did you have an Advent Calendar growing up? Maybe you still have one! 😊
I love Advent Calendars! I had even more than one growing up, and I still make sure I open those same magical picture-doors every day throughout December.
Since Advent is just around the corner, I thought I’d do this little post about Advent Calendars.
My favorite Advent Calendar must be my “Nutcracker Calendar”. The Calendar has 24 little books telling the tale of the famous Nutcracker Prince. But I also love the Calendars with little pictures inside, the best thing about them is that you can use them again every year!
If you ask my mother, who grew up in the 60s and early 70s, what her favorite Advent Calendar was, she will tell you it was the Calendar with little colorful plastic animals inside! Sadly these Calendars are not available anymore, but I would have loved to see one!
In Norway, the most popular Calendars are the ones with chocolate or candy inside. But we also have TV Calendars accompanying an Advent TV show spread out over 24 episodes. The Advent TV Shows are often Christmas mysteries or Fairy Tales.
My grandmother always have the Lottery Advent Calendar. These are Calendars sold by different organizations in order to make money for their cause. Each door of the Calendar will hold a code, and a winning code is announced every day. The prizes can be food items or even trips!
My brother has always been a huge Walt Disney fan ( his favorites are the Carl Barks and Don Rosa Donald Duck comic books), so his Advent Calendars were the Disney ones.
Of course there are more simple Advent Calendars as well. The favorite one in Norway is an orange with 24 whole cloves pierced into it. You pull out one Clove for each day. These Calendars smell heavenly, and my granny still hangs them in her windows first December, with a red silk bow tied around them.
There are even books written as an Advent Calendar! The most well known in Norway is Jostein Gaarder’s “The Christmas Mystery” ( Which is also available in English). It’s a beautiful philosophical story for kids and adults alike.
No matter what Christmas Calendar you choose, I think it’s always so lovely to have one, it makes each day a little magical!
And if you can’t find Advent Calendars where you live, you can always make one!
I have done that myself many many times 😊.
Happy Advent to you, your family and friends with lots of love from “Tales from the Fairies”.
Art by: Svein solem
The darkness sparkled on a canvas of white stars and tiny specks of snow drizzled dazedly upon the roof of Elsie’s house. Elsie yawned in her sleep and kicked the duvet unto the floor. Not long after, she started shivering and woke up abruptly. “That better not have been you, Foxnap Longbeak!”, she shouted annoyingly into the blackness. A tiny red-capped House Elf appeared from the invisibility of the murky courner of Elsie’s bedroom. “What!? What is this now? Accusing me of this and that! Me!? The sweetest House Elf in all of Northland!”. Elsie sighed, that he was not, but it did look like he had been sleeping. She slipped into her clothes and decided to get up, it was just an hour before sunup and she might as well make the best of it. “Where are you going now?”, asked Foxnap grumpily, he fixed his cap, tied his scarf around his neck and carefully released his long grey beard from the scarf knot. Elsie didn’t reply, she knew he would follow her no matter where she went. Outside the grass shone with hoarfrost and the sky lay dreaming in a deliciously soft bed of blue and indigo. “I’ll start milking the cows first,” thought Elsie to herself. It wasn’t as though Foxnap would bother to do it, even though as head House Elf, it was supposed to be his job. Elsie’s wooden clogs made a crunching sound in the frozen grass, the only sound audible in the quiet bliss of winter, but then suddenly, something else disturbed the silence. It sounded like some sort of snort. Elsie looked up, and there, at the edge of the Silver Forest stood a tall handsome stag staring at her.
The stag bowed its majestic head in the direction where Elsie stood, lifted it’s hooves and kicked loosely in the powdery snow. Elsie could see that it was a red deer, the messenger between worlds. The red deers’ forfather was Dvalin himself, the one true messenger of the ancient gods. Elsie bowed her head too and quickly cast the rune of Onn, the symbol of the hidden and mysterious. The stag acknowledged her greeting and gave a snort before it turned and headed back into the forest. Elsie’s grandmother had taught her about runes and their ancient symbols, she had showed Elsie how to see beyond her eyes and how to follow signs. The rune Onn belonged to the hare, the friend and helper of Dvalin. Now the stag turned back and looked at her. “What is that thing doing?” Sniffed Foxnap behind her. “Shoooo! Shooo!”he called out, but the stag did not move. Again it bowed its head. Elsie felt herself drawn to the stag. She became the hare, secretly cloaking herself in white invisibility . “stop that at once!” Shouted Foxnap, “we are NOT following that thing!”. Foxnap had clearly lived too long surrounded by the comforts of the farm. There was not much wildless left in him, but protective, he was. ” We have to,” whispered Elsie. “Can’t you see that it is calling me?”
Elsie turned towards the forest, making her way through the crisp grass with Foxnap at her heels. The stag started moving slowly, stopping, waiting, then moving again. Elsie was slow, careful, but not hesitant. She kept the rune Onn at her fingertips. Soon, the lampost marking the border between people and beast, village and wilderness appeared before them. Elsie had never been this far into the forest before. She had been warned, there was magic here, magic beyond the ancient familiar runes of old…Elsie came to a halt…someone was there at the courner of her eye, just beyond her visibility, something or someone watching her…The stag was gone. “Let’s get out of here!!” hissed Foxnap, not grumpy anymore, his voice was full of anger, warning, danger…But Elsie was frozen at the spot, eyed glued to the stranger watching her….
“Come over here, little girl!”. The stranger called out, beckoning for Elsie to approach him. Elsie quickly cast the rune of Huathe, the seer in the dark. “Rune magic, will not help you here, child,” said the stranger, “but if it is light you want, then so be it.” He stepped into the soft glow of the lampost and Elsie gasped. “You are a Grimlin!” she exclaimed. Foxnap grunted unhappily, a wolf-man was not something he had expected to meet in this forest, but then, there was a lot he did not know about the Silver Forest. He stepped infront of Elsie protectively and drew his little silver knife. ” You won’t be needing that, Elf, hurting the girl is the last thing I want, she is too valuable for that. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gwan, and I am indeed a Grimlin, one of the last of my kind in Silver Forest.” Foxnap lowered his knife reluctantly, but remained positioned infront of Elsie. ” And my name is Elsie, and this is my family House Elf, Foxnap. We followed a stag and ended up here, but now the stag seems to have disappeared.” Gwan nodded, ” I sent the stag to fetch you here. Silver Forest needs your help.” Elsie was just about to ask why, when she was interrupted by a deep piercing howl from the forest, and suddenly a flock of grey wolves appeared on the hill. The wolf leader blotted his yellow teeth and growled menacingly…
“Don’t be afraid, Elsie, the wolves are under my command. They are just put off by the Elf, we did not expect him to come with you.” Foxnap looked midly offended and put his hand on Elsie’s shoulder. “Where the girl goes I follow,” he stated. Elsie rolled her eyes, but secretly she was glad of Foxnap’s company here in this unfamiliar place. Gwan smiled, and nodded his head, “I can see that, House Elf, she is a lucky girl.” Foxnap was not sure if Gwan was being truthful or pulling his leg, but he decided to keep his mouth shut. For now. The wolves descended and formed around Gwan. They looked rather like an army of canine soldiers ready to jump the throat of any potential threat. Elsie shivered. She was glad the wolves were on their side. “Listen, Elsie, I have much to tell you, but not here, there are spies everywhere, even here, so close to the border. Let’s move quickly before they catch our scent.” “But….” protested Elsie, but she was cut short by a strong gust of north wind whirling up loose snow and rattling the heavy snow clad spruce trees so that a kind of white mist spun a web of invisibility around them. Elsie felt Foxnap’s hand in hers. “Come quickly!” said Gwan from somewhere in the mist, and before Elsie knew what was going on she had been lifted up on the back of a wolf, and the beast was running madly deeper and deeper into the Silver Forest.
Elsie held on as tightly as she could while the wolf leaped over rocks and branches. The mist was still too thick to see anything. “Elsie! Elsie, are you okay?” It was Foxnap, calling her from somewhere inside the mist. “Yes, yes I am. How about you?” she replied. Foxnap just grunted, obviously not happy with his means of transportation. But at least they were both safe. For now. As the Silver Forest grew denser and darker, the mist lifted, and Elsie could see the silhouette of a house appearing infront of her. The house looked gloomy and abandoned, with its aged wooden walls and darkened windows. The wolf’s pace slowed down as the house grew taller. Elsie felt something eerie and ghost like creep up on her, a feeling of dread, making the hair on her arms stand up as shivers went rapidly down her spine. The wolf came to a full stop right outside the old mansion-like house.
“Put me down this instant!” It was Foxnap and he was not happy having been carried, not by one of the wolves, but by Gwan himself. Gwan laughed and obeyed the House Elf’s order. “None of the wolves were willing to take him,” explained Gwan to Elsie. “Poor Foxnap,” thought Elsie, he was really not having an easy time of it out here in the wilderness. “Let’s go inside,” said Gwan and approached the door to the house. Elsie shivered again, but did not protest. “Stay behind me,” whispered Foxnap fiercely, and stepped infront of Elsie. She did not mind obeying him. The door made an old tired squeaking sound before it gave in and opened. Inside, a long dark corridor appeared and at the end of the corridor, another door. There were no lights and all Elsie had to guide her steps was the sound of Gwan and Foxnap walking infront of her. Finally, as the second door opened a tiny arrow of light shot through the corridor, and Elsie could see that the walls were covered with strange moss clad paintings. The door was pushed aside by Gwan and revealed another room, bathed in golden candlelight, and at the very end of the room sat a man, or was it a man? No, when Elsie looked carefully, she could see that it was a woman, a very old, and very witch-like woman staring straight at her with black raveny eyes.
“Come here, girl. Don’t be afraid.” The old lady beckoned Elsie to come closer. Her fingers were long and thin and crow like. Elsie hesitated, but Gwan gave her an encouraging look. “Go on, ” he whispered, “she is friendlier than she looks.” He gave a little soft laugh. Foxnap came to stand next to Elsie, “we’ll go together,” he squeezed Elsie’s hand and smiled. The old lady was waiting for them in her high royal chair. “I might not look it now, but I was once a beautiful Wildwoth. The wisest of them all. My beauty has been taken by the Mare people, but my brain is still intact.” She gave a small smile. Elsie looked at the old lady. She looked nothing like a Wildwoth, rumored to be so intoxicatingly beautiful that they could lure any man, beast or woman into their midst. ” Who are the Mare people?” asked Elsie. ” The mare people are why we have called you here, my dear. They are the darkness that lies upon Silver Forest. They consume everything that is good and beautiful in this world, until the only thing left is…..darkness, hunger, want….” The Wildwoth shivered and her smile disappeared. ” Is it because they hate the goodness and want to have the world for themselves? .” Elsie knew the stories of old, how conquerors and warriors and kings had tried to plunder and steal Northland, but they had always failed. ” Not exactly, ” answered the Wildwoth. ” The Mare people are so drawn to everything good and beautiful, because they themselves are nothing but empty shells. They want to posess all beauty, but their greed and their want never ends for as soon as they touch something good it disappears. Nothing and nobody can come in contact with a Mare and live to tell the tale.” ” So then, it is hopeless,” sighed Elsie. The Wildwoth smiled, ” for me perhaps, and for Gwan and your House Elf here, but for you Elsie, it is not.”
“But…” Stuttered Elsie, “what is so special about me?” The Wildwoth smiled again, and her eyes twinkled slightly. ” You, Elsie, have the ancient Rune Magic.” “But Gwan said Rune Magic was not going to work here in Silver Forest.” Elsie was confused and gave the Wildwoth an uncertain look. “That is not entirely true, child. For if you know the Rune Magic, you will also posess the lost tales of old, and that, little girl, is where the true magic lies.” Elsie opened her mouth to say something, but the wildwoth was not finished talking. ” Gwan, take Elsie, and the House Elf, to Ash, he will know how to help her. I will send Arn, my most trusted friend ahead to let Ash know that you are coming. But go quickly, my friend, we have no time to lose.” Gwan nodded, and before Elsie could ask another question, she and Foxnap were guided back out by Gwan. Outside, the wolves were waiting for them in the snow. The air was crisp and cold, and not very inviting. Gwan lifted Elsie up on one of the wolf’s back and just as they were about to take off, Elsie heard a shrill cry from the air above, and when Elsie looked up, she saw a majestic eagle sailing the wind above the white frosted peaks. ” Arn,” said Gwan and smiled. “If the wildwoth’s must trusted friend was an eagle,” thought Elsie to herself, “then who, or rather what, was Ash?”
The wolves carried Elsie and Foxnap deeper into the snow clad forest. The mist had gone, but been replaced by an eerie silence, as though the forest was holding its breath, waiting for something to burst out of the night. The winter darkness lay thick upon the forest, even the exquisite Northern Lights did not penetrate the wild green canopy of the Silver trees. The wolves did not move quite as fast this time, they carefully chose their steps, perhaps afraid of losing their precious cargo. Ice blanketed the rocks making them shimmer beautifully, but dangerously. All of a sudden Elsie thought she saw something moving in the shadows, something tall and dark, but when she looked carefully, it was just a tree. The wolves stopped abruptly, aware of the sudden movement. And then, the tree moved again, but there was no wind to shift its tall shape, everything was still and quiet. Elsie felt her heart starting to beat faster, louder. The tree was, clumsily and slowly, moving towards her!
“Good evening, Ash.” Gwan strode nonchalantly out of the shadows behind Elsie. ” Ash!!?” Elsie’s eyes widened and she stared unbelievingly at the tree. ” Ash is a…a tree!?” ” I am no tree!” Came the angry reply from the tree. ” I am a Tree Lork.” ” A Tree Lork!?” Elsie had heard about these mythical creatures in stories and fairy tales, half man and half tree, the Tree Lorks were a terrible sight to behold, ancient and fierce and no friend to man or beast. ” And this is the creature you have chosen to teach Elsie?” Foxnap’s voice was shaking with anger. Ash looked at him with eyes ready for the kill. ” What is all this nonsense, Gwan. Arn told me to expect a young wizard, not a little girl and an obnoxious elf.” ” The girl is the wizard,” replied Gwan, ” and it seems the Elf comes with the bargain, whether we want him or not.” Foxnap hissed and was about to fire another insult at the Tree and the Grimlin, when Elsie hushed him with a pleading look. ” She knows the ancient Rune Magic,” explained Gwan to Ash. Ash looked at Elsie suspiciously. ” Well does she now, so let’s see it then!” Elsie hesitated, but what choice did she have, it seemed, if she did not impress this Tree Lork, she would never learn the magic behind her magic. She steadied herself, closed her eyes, raised her hands and formed the rune of Nuin, the rune signifying secret passageway to the hidden and unknown,the rune belonging to the Ash tree, the tree where the warlocks of old wrote down their mystic knowledge to preserve it from the darkness. The air seemed to light up around them, it pulsated and shifted and opened, like a door someone had pushed aside, there were voices in the still wind, whispering riddles. Ash backed away from Elsie, clearly astonished by what he saw. ” Enough,” he said eventually, sternly and with finality. ” We will take her to the painted caves. They will test her, and if she can break the codes written in blood, she will pass, and I will teach her.” ” Codes written in blood!? What is this barbaric test!? Elsie will undergo no such test!” Foxnap could not hold back anymore. This had gone too far. ” it’s okay, Foxnap, I will do it. I will take the test.” And with those words filling the air, Ash led the way to the painted caves.
The Panited Caves were not far. The Wolf pack came to a quiet halt outside a slick grey wall covered in red shapes. The air was a bit thicker here, like it contained too many secrets to hold. The snow was absent, and yet, it felt colder. Elsie climbed down from the wolf’s back and approached the wall. She could see that the paintings were old, perhaps over 3000 years. Foxnap came to stand next to her. ” I don’t like this, Elsie. Not one bit,” he whispered anxiously. ” I know,” replied Elsie, “but I can feel that I must do this. It’s important.”
“Yes, it is my child, more than you understand.” It was Gwan who spoke. He put his hand on Elsie’s shoulder and gave her an encouraging smile. ” Well, this is it,” Ash’s voice did not carry any warmth or friendliness, it was simply on point. “And she must go alone.” These last words were directed at Foxnap, who looked as though he was about to burst into an anger fit at any time. Elsie nodded. She touched the paintings with her fingers. Here was the great elk, looking tall and majestic, and wolves…being hunted. There was also a bear and…Elsie looked carefully….a lynx? Elsie knew that the bear was the balancer beteween the spirit world and the human world, old spirits often took the shape of a bear when they wanted to visit the world of men. The elk was the carrier of knowledge and old wisdom, and the Rune of the Elk would help the caster of it find their own inner wisdom. The lynx gave the power to see the spirits and reveal the hidden secrets, and the wolf was the strongest protector. So then, why were the humans in the cave paintings hunting the wolf? Elsie took a deep breath and entered the cave.
The cave was dark and humid, blanketed by a wet damp cold that tore at Elsie’s limbs. It was an unwelcoming feeling, making Elsie hesitate. But she could not give in to fear, not so soon. Elsie raised her hand and cast the rune of the wolf. A formless figure appeared next to her, it was not exactly visible to the eye, more like a mass of energy and vibration not bound by matter. Elsie could feel the strength pouring into her, and she became calm again. The cave turned into a tunnel leading Elsie along black moist walls and a slippery hard floor. The wolf walked next to her, making no sound only a slight vibration. Suddenly the air shifted, it was no longer stiff and stale, but surging with energy, there was a tiny flash of light, and then, the empty air formed into a big black bear. Elsie screamed and the wolf leaped at the bear, but the wolf was no match for the bear, and soon it was whimpering on the cave floor. The black bear beckoned Elsie to follow it, and then she remembered the rune of the bear, the bear was a messenger, a spirit in animal form. Elsie patted the invisible wolf and together they followed the black messenger deeper into the cave.
Soon, the tunnel widened into a room. The bear signed for Elsie to hide, and then with a flicker of his paw, the room changed. Colors started taking shape, a soft light started glowing. The shapes took form, and Elsie saw to her utter horror that the cave was filled with ugly looking, loud, boisterous and terrifying Dwargs!
“Are they really Dwargs?” asked Elsie, her voice was shaking with fear. Dwargs were hateful, stupid, unpredictable creature who killed for sport. Her guide, the black bear, shook his head, and spoke, not out loud or by moving his lips, but inside Elsie’s head: ” These creatures are not Dwargs, they are what human beings will become if the Mare people are not stopped. These are only illusions, shadows of what will be, if you do not succeed, Elsie.” Elsie felt her whole inside stiffen, and her heart skipped a few beats. “Me….? But….I am just one girl!”. ” No, my child, you are not. You are not alone. Look inside you, look at the ancient runes, they are a part of you, look behind them, what are their stories? What are they telling you?” Elsie looked down at the wolf beside her. Even though he was invisible, he was just as real as herself, like an extension of her own courage. She looked back at the Dwargs, they were now no more than disturbances in the air, potentials not yet realized. And it dawned on Elsie that magic was no more than seeing the hidden potentials in the world that no one else saw, and fulfilling them. ” Everything is at its core nothing but energy and vibration, Elsie, governed by cerain laws. Learn these laws, and you can change any outcome. These are the lost tales of how everything came into being.” Elsie pondered these words while the black messenger guided her back into the tunnel and towards the entrance she had come from. As the soft starlight from outside penetrated the cave, the bear’s form dissolved and Elsie was alone again. The wolf leaped into her heart and Elsie knew she had passed the test. Outside the moon shone on the white snow and her friends were waiting for her. Elsie took at deep breath of the fresh night air just as Foxnap bolted to her side and gave her a rare and endearing hug. She was safe. For now.
When Ash saw Elsie appear in the cave entrance his dark wooden eyes opened wide and he gave Elsie a beady look of shock and astonishment. ” She passed the test,” he declared, trying to hide the tone of surprise in his voice. Foxnap stared at him and said darkly: ” Well, of course she did, you piece of a stick, she is MY Elsie after all.” Ash chose to ignore the rudeness of this remark, and turned to Gwan instead. ” You were right about the girl. I will take her to the swamp and teach her. We leave now.” Gwan nodded and looked proud. ” We will ALL leave,” added Foxnap, and put his arm protectively around Elsie’s legs. ” I’m sure we will,” replied Ash dryly, ” but this time, the wolves will not do, we need bigger beasts for this journey. The wolves should stay and guard the cave. I sense that something dark is on your tail and will soon try to enter the cave.” Elsie gave Foxnap a worried glance, somehow she knew that Ash was right. ” Very well, Ash,” said Gwan calmly, ” what do you suggest?” Ash looked at Elsie, who knew the answer instantly. ” Bears. We will call the bears.” Ash nodded, ” you do that, Elsie.” Elsie lifted her hand and cast the rune of the bear, and not long after a group of big brown bears came striding out of the shadows.
Elsie woke up abruptly from the deep sleep she had fallen into on top of the bear’s soft warm back. The air had suddenly changed, it was colder, solidified like ice, moving fast towards them. Ash, whose tall shape was walking next to her, looked at Elsie and nodded, “Yes, there is someone there. Why don’t you use the Owl Rune to see who it is.” Elsie lifted her fingers and formed the rune of Huath, the Owl’s rune, the one who could see in spiritual darkness and guide you out of it. Immediately a majestic white snow owl ascended from Elsie’s hand, it tried its wings and circled above Elsie’s head a couple of times before it set off into the darkness. This time, to Elsie’s astonishment, the owl had not been just energy and vibration, but it had taken full form and been filled with matter. The owl had been very much alive and breathing. Elsie looked at Ash who, for the first time since Elsie had met him, gave a small fleeting smile. They continued into the forest and Elsie was just about to fall asleep again when the Snow owl returned. She came to sit on Ash’s huge black arm seeking Elsie with her liquid amber eyes. When Elsie met her gaze she saw what the owl had seen. A bodiless crooked and terrifying head filled the sky above a small farm Elsie recognized as her own home, it gave an ice cold shriek before it dissolved, but Elsie could feel its cold bleak energy heading towards the forest. It was hunting her. “And that, my child, is a Mare,” said Ash calmly. He had apparently seen the same vision as Elsie. Elsie froze, ” but it’s coming this way, it will catch me!” ” And that is why we need to speed up, the swamp is not far, you will be safe there.” Ash snapped his fingers and the bears started running, and with Gwan in the lead, the whole party disappeared into the wintery darkness.
The swamp was just that, a dark cold and damp swamp. Why Ash chose to live here Elsie did not know or understand. Perhaps it was the tree in him that enjoyed the humidity. There was a little cottage there too, much too small for Ash who preferred the wild outside, but it was a warm and cozy little house designed solely for the purpose of guests. Ash served them some creamy mushroom soup and barley beer for Gwan and Foxnap. The food was delicious, and Elsie could feel it strenghtening her. ” We have about two days,” declared Ash. ” That is hardly enough time,” replied Gwan, ” why the rush, Ash?” ” In two days the Mare tailing us will reach the swamp and Elsie needs to be ready.” Elsie almost choked on her soup. ” Two days!” She cried out, ” What can I possibly learn in two days!? ” ” A lot,” came the somber feelingless answer. ” But first Elsie need her sleep,” interrupted Foxnap, and none of the others protested.
The next day Elsie woke up with a knot in her stomach, she was anxious about the day and frightened of the Mare closing up on them. Ash didn’t give her much time to prepare herself, right after breakfast he declared that the lessons were about to begin. ” Elsie, ” he said and gave Elsie a serious look, ” You must know by now that all magic follows laws, laws that we cannot manipulate. You have seen greed, greed is based on vanity and a want for power and control, this kind of greed is a thirst that cannot be quenched, it will ultimately consume itself. The greed of the Mare people is based on lack, on emptiness and a desire to fill that emptiness, this has led to jealousy, an idea that everyone has what I don’t and I need to take it from them to get it.” ” What has this got to do with magic?” interrupted Elsie. “Everything,” came the dry answer. ” Magic says that everything that can happen will happen, sometimes with a little help. There are endless potentials just waiting to burst forth and be realized. They want to be fulfilled. There are basically two types of energy, the energy that creates and the energy that destroys, both are necessary for life to exist. But as you probably have guessed by now, the Mares are made up of energy that destroys, not to break down and recreate, but to consume. Do you understand? ” Elsie nodded. ” So I have to destroy the destructive energy?” She asked uncertainly. Ash shook his head. ” You cannot destroy destruction with destruction. You cannot fill emptiness with more emptiness. Emptiness is nothing, so there is nothing to destroy.” Elsie looked puzzled. ” Think, Elsie. Use your intelect. Think.” But Elsie was blank. It seemed an impossible task.
” Let us try something more practical,” suggested Ash. ” I want to you to cast the rune of the Lynx. Not just to summon its energy, but to summon the lynx itself.” Elsie concentrared and lifted her hand to form the rune of the lynx. She felt it take shape inside her, then externalize and find form and matter to fill it with, and then suddenly, a beautiful white lynx came striding majestically out from behind the trees. ” Good, Elsie. Call it over here.” Elsie did, and the lynx came to stand next to them, looking up at Elsie with deep knowledgeable eyes. ” Can you tell me the tale of the lynx?” asked Ash. ” It is the animal who helps us solve riddles, find the answers to secrets and discover knowledge within.” ” Yes, exactly,” smiled Ash. ” Now I want you to try to become the lynx, to feel her energy within, to be her, to unite with her and feel her every molecule, her every vibrating cell, to see, hear and experience the world through her eyes. Not just in spirit, but in form as well.” Elsie concentrared again. This time it was tricky, she had never done this advanced magic before. She focused on the lynx, its energy, its being, the way it was created, she focused on the tale of the lynx from its very creation, and suddenly she was not Elsie anymore, she had four paws and the world looked and felt entirely different. Her senses were sharper and her energy pulsated faster. “Good.” She could hear Ash’s voice from far away. “Now come back to your own form.” It took all of Elsie’s energy to return to her own body and being. Ash smiled at her. “One last lesson, and then we are done.” Elsie was panting, and fatigue seemed to have taken her over. But she steadied herself, and lifted her hands, ready for the next rune. ” Now do the opposite, draw the lynx into you, let the lynx take your human form, and feel your human emotions.” Elsie looked astonishingly at Ash. ” How…?”, she began, but Ash interrupted her, ” just try, Elsie, trust your instincts.” Elsie closed her eyes, and invited into her, the tale of the lynx.
That night Elsie dreamt that she was fighting the Mare, but no matter what she did, no matter what rune she cast, she could not defeat the Mare. But just before the world persihed, and she with it, an elk appeared, it calmed her and told her to listen to the forest and what it was whispering, but before Elsie could hear anything more, she woke up, bathed in sweat. “Ash?” she asked at the breakfast table that morning, ” why was I chosen to defeat the Mare people, what is so special about me? Surely, you, or Gwan or the Wildwoth, are much more capable and skilled than to me fulfill this task.” ” That is a very important question, Elsie. What did the elk in your dream say?” Elsie looked at Ash with shock and surprise in her eyes, ” How did you know…?” ” Never mind that,” replied Ash, ” answer me, what did he say?” Elsie had never heard what the elk whispered in her dream, but all of a sudden she just knew, she could feel the elk inside her, talking to her. ” It says that I am happy, fulfilled, loved. It says that there is no lack or greed in me, that I am…whole…enough…worthy…” Ash looked at her approvingly, ” And that, my dear, is exactly why you were chosen”
Elsie thought about Ash’s words for a while. What did he mean when he said she was whole? It was true that she felt…loved. She did not feel that she needed something to feel…what was it Ash had called it….worthy? Was she in truth happy? She was often sad, angry, frustrated and upset, but that always passed, and she went back to…well…yes…happy in a way. ” But Ash, ” said Elsie, ” what about you? Do you not feel happy?” Ash looked at her and his eyes grew sad and colorless. ” I have seen too much wrongdoing and acts of terror, Elsie. I feel so helpless, there is nothing I can do to change it. Perhaps in a way I have lost faith in the world. Too many people turn to greed when they have an opportunity to. It saddens me, and…yes…it takes away my hope, my trust in love and goodness.” Ash sighed. In her mind Elsie saw a man, looking very much like Ash, but without the part of him that was tree and wood. He sat with his head in his hands in what looked like utter despair. Elsie felt compassion wash over her like a tidal wave and she wished to take the man’s pain away. ” But, Ash,” said Elsie suddenly, ” wouldn’t that make me the perfect target for the Mare people? You said they are jealous of happiness and seek to consume it?” ” Yes, Elsie, that is why you have them on your tail.” “Them?” Elsie had never heard him use the word “them” before. “Are there more than one? ” she asked Ash unsteadily, her shaking voice betraying her fear. But before Ash could answer her question, the trees outside uttered what sounded like a cry of terror, and the air froze solid with bleakness and stale hopelessness.
Gwan and Ash got up abruptly and hurried outside. The air was so thick they could hardly breathe. “It’s too soon,” said Gwan nervously, “she is not ready.” “She has to be,” replied Ash, “she is our only hope.” Through the darkness they could spot the shadowy silhouettes of the Mares. They were many, perhaps in hundreds! Elsie had come to stand in the doorway, she was shivering both with fear and cold. “Quickly, Elsie!” called Ash, “cast the rune of the wolf, it may stall them for a while.” Elsie raised her hand and cast the rune. Multiple wolf shapes shot out of her fingers, they seemed bigger and more menacing than regular wolves, and without further instructions the whole pack headed for the forest and the oncoming army of Mares. Ash and Gwan retreated back into the house, only Elsie was left standing in the doorway, frozen with fear.
” Get inside!!” yelled Foxnap from inside the cottage. But Elsie could not. Her legs would not move an inch. She just stood there staring the the menacing shadows getting closer and closer. Now she could see the rune wolves attacking the shadows, there were loud screams of horror, branches were cracking, snow disappeared, and the air was frozen solid with sheer terror. It did not take long, the wolves were no match for the Mares. ” Eeelsieee!!” shouted Foxnap again, but still, Elsie could not move. She watched as the Mares vanished from the shadows and their liquidy form became solid. They were a terrible sight to behold. Ash came out from the cottage and tried to shoot at them with a bow and arrow, but this seemed to just anger them more. ” Try the bears, Elsie!” he yelled desperately at Elsie, and Elsie cast the rune of the bear. A huge black bear, more than tripple the size of a human, shot out of Elsie’s fingers. It flung itself at the Mares and a gruesome battle commenced. But then, to the cottage dwellers horror, the Mares shifted form, they emerged with each other until they became one big terrorizing entity . In this form, the bear was easily defeated. It whimpered slightly and went back to its invisible spirit being. Now, the giant Mare looked directly at Elsie, and with a terrifying roar it stepped into the swamp and towards where Elsie stood.
” come inside!!” Foxnap’s voice was a desperate scream now. But Elsie still didn’t move. ” I’ve got to try to fight it! ” she shouted back. ” Nooooooo!!” Roared Foxnap, ” You aren’t ready! Even Ash said so! ” ” But there is no time to get ready!” Replied Elsie, ” I’ve got to try, Foxnap! ” Foxnap, Ash and Gwan came to stand next to her as she faced the oncoming Mare. ” You can do it, ” whispered Ash into her ear. ” just remember what you have learned.” And Elsie remembered. She closed her eyes and conjured the images of the lynx, the bear, the wolf, the owl, and then the Dwargs and the future that would await her friends if she failed. She raised her hand and made an ancient mysterious rune, and then, she opened herself up…she mustered all her power and strength and invited the Mare to merge with her spirit. The Mare did not need much persuasion, this is what it had waited for…to suck the pure innocent spirit out of the girl. But then, that is not what happened….the Mare was confused, it was being held fast, it couldn’t consume or drink dry, it could only….feel…feel Elsie’s spirit, and the light of that pure spirit was so bright…it filled the Mare, and it was no longer empty, it couldn’t hold the light…it was growing…expanding…and then it exploded…
Elsie had neither shape nor form, she was just light dissolved in space. Floating, flying, diving…then she heard a faint voice…”Elsie! Elsie it’s time to return. Elsie!” She moved towards the voice, let it guide her, then she felt solid ground and she was again bound fast by matter. She had a body, her own body, and next to her stood Ash, smiling. “You did it, Elsie, the Mares are gone.” Elsie was confused, what had happened…” You filled them with your wholeness. By inviting them into your soul, by using empathy, you finally made them stop wanting, and when that stopped, the Mares could no longer exist.” Elsie blinked, had she really done all that? ” Eeeeelsieeeee!!” Foxnap threw himself into Elsie’s arms, ” you’re alive!” Elsie smiled and patted Foxnap on the back. “Yes, yes, I think I am.” Gwan also came to join the party, and the four of them just looked at each other and smiled.
” Elsie, let’s go home,” said Foxnap suddenly. “Yes,”replied Elsie, “let’s go home.”