A Fairy Tale

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A misty call from Dryad’s Lips
A tinker’s touch like feather tips
Brought upon a mighty roar
From magic steeped in fairy lore.

Sparkling light that Inspires Song
Chanting echoes from days long gone
Dance upon a Rainbows Wings
As Memory calls and Mystery Sings!

Such was the stirring, deep as yon’ pound
It shook the very forest ground
And our faerie hero came awake
A regal nymphadora from lovers’ lake.

His amber eyes with bejeweled glitter,
Colourful as Autumn’s litter
Sought the visage of his Dryad Bride,
But could not find her, though he tried.

A gust of muddy darkness brought
The sound of broomsticks from abroad
And witching hour’s wishful sight
Showed to him his captured bride.

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Upon the Midnight’s brazen tide
The shimmering aspect of his Beloved Bride
Bound with gnarled ropes of leather
Captive to the loam, a Trollish Treasure.

A distrusted moon on the edge of things
Told a tale of magic rings
With Light that mourned the darkest night
And Sirens’ song to wrong the rights.

Our Hero arose with sabre glinting,
Baleful expression less than hinting
His wrath kindled, Wings ablaze,
His vision naught but crimson haze.

He sliced the ropes with his winged pride
And gazed into his lover’s anemonic eyes
She dipped her hand into his scaled-up chest
And stirred the bottom to retrieve Magick’s Amulet

The Magick sang it’s Sweetest Song
In spite of anger and in the face of wrong,
The Magick Whispered of Finer things,
Of the Mystery that only Magick Brings.

He spoke finally: “There is a prize.”
She drifted slowly, like a ghost, from his side
And nodded, while leaves grew from her eyes.
He faintly smiled, and kissed his bride goodbye.

Yet as the Magick played its melody
His wings grew rigid; then tinted green
As their Sweet embrace became eternal Rhyme
Twain became One, Clasped throughout Time!

This poem was written in collaboration with the magical Morgan from Booknvolume (https://booknvolume.com/). She is an amazing author and poet who has published a fantasy trilogy called Dark Fey, which you can read about here: https://booknvolume.com/dark-fey-trilogy/.
Morgan also writes amazing fairy poetry, please check out her blog, you won’t regret it 😊😊😊.

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The Great Fairy Rescue

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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.

The End

La Belle et La Bete (Beauty and the Beast)

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La Belle et La Bete (Beauty and the Beast) is a French Fairy tale film from 2014 based on the famous fairy tale with the same name. The first time I watched this movie I was cruising above the Arabic Sea, happily sipping wine enveloped by white fluffy clouds. After that, I have watched it two more times, and finally ended up adding it to my own library.

Beauty and the Beast has always been my favorite fairy tale and this beautiful film is now right up there with my favorite fairy tale movies (alongside “Three wishes for Cinderella”). The film is a visual feast for the eye, the attention to detail in the architecture, landscaping, interior design and costumes, is just amazing!
The cinematography is stunning as well! I love the way the director (Christophe Gans) has solved the twists in the story, and the characters are styled and directed beautifully.

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I love how Belle (Beauty) is not overly sweet, but just a kind, brave, but otherwise normal girl who is put in an impossible situation. I love how the film showed how Bete (Beast) became a beast, and I loved the beautiful ending!

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I am going to watch this movie probably hundreds of times, just to dive into that fairy tale world and become absorbed in the costumes, the amazing artistry and visual beauty. Oh, and did I say that I loooove this movie! 😀

A hundred million stars! 😀 ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

* All the images are from the movie sourced via wikimedia

White Bear King Valemon

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This is a traditional Norwegian Folk Tale also known as The Polar Bear King in English. It was written down by Asbjoernsen and Moe.

There was once, as well could be, a king. He had two daughters, who were mean and ugly, but the third was as fair as sweet as the bright day, and the king and all were fond of her. She once dreamed about a golden wreath, which was so lovely that she couldn’t live unless she got it. But as she couldn’t get it, she began to pine and could not speak for sorrow. And when the king found out it was the wreath she was grieving for, he had one made almost like the one the princess had dreamed of, and sent it out to goldsmiths in every land and asked them to make one like it.

They worked both day and night, but some of the wreaths she threw away, and others she wouldn’t even look at. Then one day, when she was in the forest, she caught sight of a white bear, which had the wreath she had dreamed of between its paws and was playing with it. And she wanted to buy it.

No! It wasn’t to be had for money, but only in return for herself. Well, life wasn’t worth living without it, she said; it didn’t matter where she went or who she got, if only she got the wreath. And so they agreed that he was to fetch her in three day’s time, and that would be a Thursday.

When she came home with the wreath, everyone was glad because she was happy again, and the king felt sure that it would be a simple matter to keep a white beat at bay. On the third day, the whole army was posted round the castle with him. But when the white bear came, there was no one who could hold him against him, for no weapon could make any effect on him. He knocked them down right and left until they were lying in heaps. This, thought the king, was proving downright disastrous; so he sent out his eldest daughter, and the white bear took her on his back and rushed off with her.

When they had traveled far, and farther than far, the white bear asked, “Have you ever sat softer, have you ever seen clearer?” “Yes, on my mother’s lap I sat softer, in my father’s court I saw clearer,” she said. “Well, you’re not the right one then,” said the white bear, and chased her home again. The next Thursday he came again, and did just as he had done before. The army was out with orders to deal with the white bear. But neither iron nor steel bit on him, so he mowed them down like grass until the king had to ask him to stop. And then he sent out his next eldest daughter, and the white bear took her up on his back and rushed off with her.

When they had traveled far, and farther than far, the white bear asked, “Have you ever sat softer, have you ever seen clearer?” “Yes, on my mother’s lap I sat softer, in my father’s court I saw clearer,” she said. “Well, you’re not the right one then,” said the white bear, and chased her home again. On the third Thursday he came again. This time he fought even harder than before, until the king thought he couldn’t let him knock down the whole army, and so he gave him his third daughter. Then he took her on his back and traveled away, far, and farther than far, and when they had reached the forest, he asked her, as he had asked the others, if she had ever sat softer and seen clearer. “No never,» she said. “Well, you’re the right one,” he said.

So they came to a castle which was so fine that the castle her father lived in was like the meanest cottage in comparison. There she was to stay, and live well, and she was to have nothing else to do but see to it that the fire never went out. The bear was away during the day, but at night he was with her, and then he was a man. For three years all went as well as could be. But each year she had a child, which he took and rushed away with as soon as it had come into the world. So she became more and more downcast, and asked if she couldn’t be allowed to go home and see her parents. Yes, there was no objection to that; but first she must promise that she would listen to what her father said, but not to what her mother wanted her to do. So she went home, and when they were alone with her, and she had told them how she was getting on, her mother wanted to give her a candle to take with her so she could see what the bear was like when he turned into a man at night. But her father said no, she shouldn’t do that. “It will only do more harm than good”.

But no matter how it was or was not, she took the candle stub with her when she left. The first thing she did, when he had fallen asleep, was to light it and shine it on him. He was so handsome that she thought she could never gaze her fill at him, as she shone the light, a drop of hot tallow dripped onto his forehead, and so he awoke. “What have you done? He said. “Now you have brought misfortune on us both. There was no more than a month left; if you had only held out I would have been freed, for a Troll-hag bewitched me, so that I’m a white bear during the day. But now it’s over with us. Now I have to go there and take her.”

She cried and carried on, but he had to go and go he would. So she asked if she could go with him. That was out of the question, he said, but when he rushed off in his bearskin, she seized hold of the fur all the same, flung she up on his back and held of fast. Then they were off over mountain and hill, through groove and thicket, until her clothes were torn off, and she was so dead tired that she let go her hold, and knew no more. When she awoke, she was in a great forest, and so she set out on her way again, but she didn’t know where her path led. At last she came to a cottage where there were two womenfolk, an old crone and a pretty little girl.

The king’s daughter asked if they had seen anything of White-Bear-King Valemon. “Yes, he rushed by here early today, but he was going so fast that you won’t catch up with him again,” they said. The little girl scampered about, and clipped and played with a pair of golden scissors, which were such that pieces of silk and strips of velvet flew about her if she but clipped in the air. Wherever the scissors were, clothes were never lacking.

“But this poor woman, who has to journey so far and on such rough roads, she’ll have to toil hard,” said the little girl. “She has more need of these scissors than I; to cut clothes for herself,” she said, and then she asked if she could give her the scissors. Yes that she could. So the king’s daughter set off through the forest which never came to an end, all that day and night. And the next morning she came to another cottage. Here there were also two womenfolk, and old crone and a little girl. “Good day,” said the king’s daughter. “Have you seen anything of White-Bear-King Valemon?” she asked. “Were you to have had him, maybe?” said the old woman. That it was. «Why, yes, he rushed by here yesterday, but he went so fast that you won’t catch up with him,” she said. The little girl was playing about on the floor with a flask, which was such that it poured out whatever they wanted, and wherever the flask was, drink was never lacking. “But this poor woman, who has to journey so far and on such rough roads, she’ll be thirsty and suffer many other hardships,” said the little girl, and then she asked if she could give her the flask. Why, yes that she could.

So the king’s daughter got the flask, said her thanks, and set out again, walking through the same forest, all that day and night. ON the third morning she came to a cottage, and there were an old woman and a little girl.

“Good day,” said the king’s daughter. “Have you seen anything of White-Bear-King Valemon?” she asked. “Were you to have had him, maybe?” said the old woman. That it was. «Why, yes, he rushed by here yesterday, but he went so fast that you won’t catch up with him,” she said. The little girl was playing on the floor with a cloth that was such that whenever they said to it, “Cloth, spread thyself, and deck thyself with every good dish!” it did so. And wherever the cloth was, good food was never Lacking. “But this poor old woman, who had to journey so far and on such rough roads, said the little girl,” she may well both starve and suffer many other hardships, so she’ll have more need of this cloth than I,” she said, and then she asked if she could give her the cloth. That she could.

So the king’s daughter took her cloth and said her thanks, and set off. Far, farther than far, through the forest all that day and night she went. In the morning she came to a mountain spur which was as steep as a wall, and so high and so wide that so end could she see. There was a cottage there too, and, when she came in, the first thing she said was, “Good day, have you seen whether White-Bear-King Valemon has traveled this way?” “Were you to have had him, maybe?” said the old woman. That it was. “Yes, he rushed by here yesterday, but he went so fast that you won’t catch up with him,” she said. The cottage was full of little children, and they all clung to their mother’s apron strings and cried for food. The old woman put a kettle full of pebbles on the fire. The king’s daughter asked what was the good of that. They were so poor said the old woman, that they could afford neither food nor clothes, and it was so hard to hear the children crying for a bit to eat. But when she put the kettle on the fire, and said,” Now the apples will soon be done,” it seemed to deaden their hunger, and they were patient for a while. It wasn’t long before the king’s daughter got out the cloth and the flask, as you can imagine, and when the children were fed and happy, she clipped out clothing for them with the golden scissors.

“Well, said the old woman of the house, “since you’ve been so heartily kind to me and my children, it would be a shame not to do what we can do to try to help you up the mountain. My husband is really a master smith. Now you just rest until he comes back, and I’ll get him to forge claws for your hands and feet, and then you can try to crawl up”:

When the smith came, he started on the claws right away, and the next morning they were ready. She had no time to wait, but said her thanks, fastened the claws on her hands and crept and crawled up the mountainside the whole day and night, and, just when she was so tired that she didn’t think she could lift her hand again, but felt she would sink to the ground, she got to the top. There was a plain, with fields and meadows so big and wide that she had never imagined anything so broad and so smooth, and close by there was a castle filled with workers of every kind who toiled like ants in an anthill. “What is going on here?” asked the king’s daughter.

Well, this was where she lived, the Troll-hag, who had bewitched White-Bear-King Valemon and in three days she was to wed him. The king’s daughter asked if she could talk with her. No, not likely! That was out-and-out impossible. So she sat down outside the window, and started clipping with the golden scissors, and velvet and silken clothing flew about like a snowflurry. When the Troll-hag caught sight of that, she wanted to buy the scissors. “For no matter how the tailors toil, it’s no use,” she said. “There are too many to be clothed.”

The scissors weren’t for sale, said the king’s daughter. But the Troll-hag could have them, if she would let her sleep with her sweetheart tonight. She could certainly do that, said the Troll-hag, but she would lull him to sleep herself, and wake her up herself. When he had gone to bed, she gave him a sleeping potion, so he was in no condition to wake up, for all the king’s daughter shouted and cried.

The next day the king’s daughter went outside the windows again, sat down and started pouring from the flask; it flowed like a brook, both beer and wine, and it never ran dry. When the Troll-hag laid eyes on that, she wanted to buy it; for “no matter how much they toil at the brewing and distilling, it’s no use. There are too many to drink,” she said. It wasn’t for sale for money, said the king’s daughter, but if she would let her sleep with her sweetheart tonight, she would give it to her. Yes, that she could certainly do, said the Troll-hag, but she would lull him to sleep herself, and wake him up herself. When he had gone to bed, she gave him a sleeping potion again, so the King’s daughter had no better luck that night either. He couldn’t be awakened, for all she cried and shouted. But that night one of the artisans was working in the room next door. He heard her cry in there, and he guessed what had really happened, and the next day he told the prince that she must have come, the king’s daughter who was to have freed him.

The next day just like the others – with the cloth as with the scissors and the flask. When is was dinner time, the king’s daughter went outside the castle, pulled out the cloth, and said,” Cloth, spread thyself and deck thyself with every good dish!” Then there was enough food for a hundred men, but the king’s daughter sat down alone. When the Troll-hag caught sight of the cloth, she wanted to buy it, for “no matter how much they cock and bake, its no use. There are too many mouths to feed,” she said It wasn’t for sale for money, said the king’s daughter, but if she would let her sleep with her sweetheart tonight, she could have it. She could certainly do that, said the Troll-hag, but she would lull him to sleep herself, and wake him up herself. When he had gone to bed, she came with a sleeping potion, but this time he was on his guard, and fooled her. The Troll-hag didn’t trust him any more than just so far, she didn’t, for she took a darning needle and stuck it right through his arm, to see if he were sleeping soundly enough. But no matter how much it hurt, he didn’t move, and then the king’s daughter was allowed to come in to him.

Now this was all very well, but they must get rid of the Troll-hag before he would be free. So he got the carpenters to make a trap door on the bridge which the bridal procession was to cross, for it was the custom there that the bridge should ride first in the procession. When the Troll-hag started across the bridge with all her Troll-hag bridesmaids, the planks under them dropped open and they fell through. Then King Valemon and the king’s daughter and all the wedding guests rushed back to the castle, and took as much of the Troll-hag’s gold and money as they could carry, and then rushed off to his country to hold the real wedding. But on the way, King Valemon stopped in and fetched the three little girls, and now she found out why he had taken the children from her – it was so that they could help her find him. So they caroused at the wedding both lustily and long.

Elves

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Did you know that J.R.R Tolkien’s elves are originally from Scandinavia? The name elf comes from the Norse word Alfr meaning Alv (Norwegian) or Elf in English. The belief in elves dates back to the Norse times in Scandinavia, and the elves were a part of the Scandinavian Norse Mythology. They were considered to be nature personified, and they carried the spirit of a tree, a rock, a mountain or a lake within their being.

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The nature was worshipped by the Norse people and so were the elves as they were considered to be divine beings with an immortal soul. The elves possessed magical powers that could either be used to help people or to hurt them, so the elves were very much respected and honored. There were Elves belonging to the Light, they lived in Alvheim, and dark elves who lived under ground. The dark elves could be dangerous and could cause natural disasters.

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There was no queen of the elves, but a king, and he was called Alberich. In some of the old sagas from the Norse period it has been mentioned that the elves married humans and had children, and that this race became a magnificent and powerful race. The king Alvarim is mentioned, he was the king of Alvheim, and he had a daughter called Alvhild. There is also mention of a King Alvgeir with a son called Gandalv. According to Norse Mythology the God Frey was the ruler of the elves.

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With the arrival of Christianity the Elves were made into something evil, a dark force ruled by the devil, and people were no longer allowed to worship them. They became feared and many spells and amulets were made to keep them away.

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In the 18 hundreds there was a revival of the elves. They made their way into the fairy tales as young, beautiful and magical beings. In the Norwegian Fairy Tales we hear about elves dancing in the fog in early mornings leaving behind a ring, often overgrown with mushrooms.

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We also hear about the danger of entering into these rings or to see the elves dance. The elfin time is different than ours, it moves much slower, and spending an hour in the company of elves can be a lifetime on earth. Therefor people were warned against seeking out elfin rings or the elves.

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Nowadays, the elves are a part of our Scandinavian heritage and folklore. Very few people believe in elves anymore in Norway, but in Iceland the belief in Elves is still strong and the world of elves is very much alive as a part of the spirit world of nature.

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In Norway the Victorian image of the flower fairy is more popular as a decorative element in houses or a popular theme for books and movies. The Flower Fairies are more related to the Irish belief in the fey people which is quite similar to the Norse Elves, so much so that many consider them to have sprung from the same root.

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The Tale of Little Josie, The Wicked Prince and The Fairies

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once upon a time there was a little girl called Josie. Josie lived in a cozy a house in the forest with her big sister. Josie was a very good little girl, she was always sweet and did what her sister asked her to do. It was quite easy for Josie to do what she was told, because her sister only asked her to do fun things. But then one day something happened that changed things. A wicked prince came to the little house in the forest, and since he was a prince, at least he said that he was, he did not hesitate to demand to stay in the cozy house and to have the two girls as his servants. He was hardest on Josie, since she was the youngest. All day long she had to cook for him, make him endless cups of tea, heat his bathing water, and fill his mug with fresh drinking water. The wicked prince never said thank you or please, he only looked sternly at Josie, and told her to put some more sugar in his tea or less salt in his food. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, and the prince did not leave. Josie forgot all about what fun felt like, and she was always too tired to be sweet and to smile. One day Josie heard a little voice in her heart telling her that it was time for her to leave the cozy house, and to go looking for happiness somewhere else. Jose felt bad about leaving her sister behind, but she knew she had to obey the voice inside of her, so she promised herself that she would find a way to make the wicked prince leave so that she and her sister could live happily together again.

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That night when the wicked prince was sleeping Josie packed a few of her belongings and ran away from the house.

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She kept running and running deeper and deeper into the forest until she came to a clearing where the full moon shone through the trees and where all kinds of colorful wildflowers grew. Josie felt that this was a safe place to sleep.

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She lay down in the dewy meadow and closed her eyes to the starlit sky. Then all of a sudden she heard a very funny noise, it sounded like the chiming of little bells! Josie opened her eyes, and there right in front of her she saw two tiny silver fairies looking down at her. Josie startled and got up immediately. The fairies laughed. Their bodies almost looked like moonbeams, and their wings were like gossamer threads.

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Josie smiled for the first time in many many months. The fairies pulled her hand to make her follow them, and she did as she was told.

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The fairies brought her to a place under a very big tree with beautiful heart-shaped leaves in golden hues, and to Josie’s great surprise each leaf held a little fairy inside!

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Some of them were the silvery color of the moon, others were more golden like starlight. now all of them started flying towards her, they took her hands in their tiny wings and pulled her into a beautiful dance. Josie could hear faint music playing from the forest and the music swayed in her heart and she drifted away into a magical fairy dance.

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She was having so much fun she forgot all about the wicked prince and the promise she had made. She danced and danced and laughed and smiled and she was again filled with sweetness and joy.

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Then all of a sudden the music changed and the fairies stopped dancing. Everything went very still, but it was as though the
air was filled with Light and sparkles, and then she appeared: The Fairy Queen. Josie knew right away it was her, because all the other little fairies bowed down to her. The Fairy Queen looked at Josie and asked her in perfect human language: What was it you wanted to ask me dear?
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Josie startled and did not understand what the Fairy Queen meant, but then she remembered the wicked prince and her promise to find a way to make him leave. She mustered all her courage and told the Fairy Queen about the wicked prince. “Oh, he is not really a prince,” said the Fairy Queen, “he only says that to make himself more important, and to have an excuse to put others down. He is actually a poor beggar who is too lazy to look for a job, so he pretends to be a prince so that he can impose on others and eat their food and drink their water.” Now Josie felt really angry. The wicked prince had made her do so much work wen he himself was too lazy to do anything. This was not right. “Then how can I get him to leave?” asked Josie, “I am just a little girl!”. The Fairy Queen smiled, ” Don’t worry little girl, it is quite easy. The wicked prince has all his life dreamed of being rich, only he is too lazy to earn any money for himself. So what you will do is this: Tell him that where the rainbow ends there lies buried a big pot of gold, and if he just follows the rainbow he will easily find it and can claim it for his own.” “But what if there is no rainbow that day, ” asked Josie. “Don’t worry about that, ” answered the Fairy Queen, “I can easily help you to make a rainbow!” And as she said that, hundreds of little fairies appeared, and these fairies where neither silvery like the moon or golden like the starlight, their tiny bodies shone in indigo and pink and green and all the seven colors of the rainbow. “Oh, rainbow fairies!” exclaimed Josie.

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The Fairy Queen smiled and nodded. “When you need them to make a rainbow for you, just put a glass of water in the sun, and soon the whole sky will be filled with the most magnificent rainbow.” ” Oh, thank you so much Fairy Queen!”, Josie smiled and bowed her head. “Goodbye for now Josie, hurry home to your sister, she will be worried about you if she finds your bed empty in the morning. I will send some star fairies with you to light up your path.” The Fairy Queen nodded to a couple of golden star fairies and they immediately came to rest on Josie’s shoulders. Josie thanked the Fairy Queen once again and wished her good bye. Then she started on the long walk home, but with the star fairies lighting her path before her, the journey did not take very long.

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Soon, right before the first rays of dawn bathed the forest in their gentle light, Josie was home again, and the star fairies flew back up to the sky. Just as she opened the door she heard that the wicked prince was already up. “Where is my tea Josie!”, he shouted angrily, “it is far past dawn”. Josie could feel that all the sweetness and joy she had inside faded and she decided that she could not wait long before she put the glass of water in the morning sun. She made the tea for the wicked prince, and surly, like every day, he complained that it was not sweet enough nor hot enough. Josie sighed, but said nothing. “My water mug is empty, fill it up!” demanded the prince. Josie’s sister came out of her room and told Josie that she would fill the mug with water. But Josie would not let her. She took the mug and an empty glass and went into the garden where the well was. First she filled the glass with water and put it in the sun, and then she filled the mug. It did not take long, only a couple of seconds, and there right before her eyes, a beautiful thick rainbow appeared in the sky.

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Josie started laughing, and she ran into the house with the mug for the wicked prince. As she gave it to him, she told him about the rainbow and the pot of gold buried where the rainbow ended. The wicked prince immediately took interest in this. He went into the garden and when he saw the rainbow, the temptation of the gold became too great and he started running, as he had never run before, after the rainbow. That was the last Josie and her sister saw of the wicked prince, and if you have not heard differently the wicked prince is still running around chasing golden treasures. and what of Josie and her sister?, well they lived happily ever after of course, filling each day with joy, sweetness and fun.

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All the magnificent art is by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite

The Tale of the Twin fillies

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There were once two little twin fillies. They had been born in the Lilac forest, but not long after their birth they discovered that they were all alone. They did not cry, the two little fillies were already brave and strong. They stood up on their thin long legs, took a few trying steps and then they wandered off into the forest.

One of the fillies was white as snow, the other black like night. They walked deeper and deeper into the forest, trusting their instincts to keep them safe from harm.

The Lilac trees were in full bloom, and their sweet scent wafted through the forest. A family of pink butterflies danced through the air, drinking full cups of warm pollen served by the lilacs as they passed them by.

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The two little fillies stood for a while examining the beautiful little creatures. And all of a sudden they felt a deep thirst well up in their throats. They tried to drink the pollen, but the small cups collapsed before they could even attempt to fill their mouths with the sweet smelling nectar.

The two little fillies abandoned the butterflies and moved further into the depth of the forest. Soon they came upon a hill blanketed in tiny white flowers. The snow white filly whinnied. And something stirred in between the leaves on top of the hill. Then the night black filly whinnied, and again something stirred in the leaves.
Now both the white and the black filly whinnied together. Once, twice and thrice.

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Then a magnificent silvery white unicorn stepped out of the leaves. She was like the moon itself, glowing like mother-of-pearl. The twin fillies shivered and bowed their heads in respectful greeting. The unicorn gracefully ascended, and came to stand right in front of the twin fillies. She gave a loud beautiful whinny that echoed in the forest.

Her mane was flowing like moon beams, almost touching the ground when she moved. The unicorn gave a majestic toss of her beautiful white head, then she turned away from the fillies and started walking into the forest.

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After a few steps she beckoned to the fillies to follow her. Deeper and deeper into the forest they moved until they reached a little lake. There the unicorn stopped and called the twin fillies over to her. She lowered her head and showed the fillies how to drink her milk.

The fillies drank her milk greedily, but gently, so as not to hurt the unicorn. When the two fillies had quenched their thirst, the unicorn walked over to the lake and stood next to the mirage on the water surface. She dipped her muzzle into the water and drank. Then she whinnied to the two little fillies and they came to stand next to her.

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The twin fillies lowered their heads into the water to drink, but as they dipped their muzzles into the water, they caught their own reflection in the water and to their astonishment they saw that they were not fillies anymore.
They had become fully grown unicorns.

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The unicorn mother called them Night and Day, and she sent them out into the world to carry the milk of daylight and the milk of nightfall to all living creatures.

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And from that day onwards the beautiful dawn and the majestic twilight would grace the sky for all to marvel at.

If you look closely in these hours of change you might see the twin unicorns gallantly galloping over the sky, whinnying to each other in friendly greeting.

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All the amazing art is by the magical Ruth Sanderson. Please see more of her art here:
http://www.ruthsanderson.com/