EMERSYN…The Beginning (Part I)

EMERSYN…The Beginning (Part I)

It was a lovely day, indeed, in the Forest of Lang. Sweet birds were chirping and the sun was peeping through the tapestry of branches that formed a canopy of shade throughout the woodland. Squirrels and chipmunks were having a fierce game of Nut Ball and the competition…well, let’s say in that area of the forest, one could only hear squeaks and that funny little clicking they make. It seems that the squirrels were pretty upset because instead of kicking the nuts on the field they made, the chipmunks were stuffing them into their cheeks just as fast as they could! Hummingbirds were flitting back and forth, gathering nectar from the flowers and then flying back through the forest, spreading the progress of this most funny game! All in all, it was a fine afternoon in the forest.

The fairies were busy with their own preparations for a celebration. Deep into the woods, when the fairies live, all fairies of the Forest of Lang had gathered. The very young fairies were in leafy enclosed areas on the ground, while the teenage and young adult fairies, were perched in trees – in groups.  Some groups were sewing wee little clothes, some were weaving dandelion and nettle cloth and the elder fairies, in their homes under the ferns, were creating jewelry made of crystals; special crystals that only exist in fairy caves. Lace from the webs of spiders was being crocheted also. The only sounds heard were those of sewing, weaving, clicking crochet needles and stringing, along with the happy squeals of the young ones.

What was this celebration? Well, gather closely and I’ll tell you. However, I have to go back in time just a little bit. About seven years ago, (Ha! Remember, time is not that important to fairies…so I’m not exactly sure how long ago), the Elder Fairies of the Forest of Lang were hearing rumors that the village folk who lived in the Glen of Lang were saddened by the illnesses of their farm animals and their cats and dogs. The village people not only depended upon their farm animals, but they loved them as much as they loved their pets. They just did not know what to do because there was not a doctor for 200 miles who knew how to take care of animals. It was a very sad situation. The oldest of the Elder Fairies, upon pondering this most dreadful news, called a meeting of the fairies – both young and old. She explained the situation to them and asked if any among them would be willing to change the path they were currently on to become caretakers of the animals owned by the villagers. She knew that this would be most unusual, as fairies – for centuries – had as little to do with humans as possible. However, this Elder Fairy was so wise and loving, that her love extended naturally to animals. In her mind, regardless of where animals are: in the woods or on a farm, they deserve love and care. All the fairies looked at one another with surprise and wide eyes. “Pardon, most honorable Elder Fairy, isn’t this most irregular and strange?”  asked Bumble Briar, a middle-aged fairy who always held to the rules and legends. The Elder Fairy looked at him and said nothing for a few moments. Then, she spoke, “Bumble Briar, do you remember when a mad hawk attacked you and damaged your left wing 600 years ago? I believe you were flying dangerously close to the edge of the forest. The attack caused you to hurdle toward the Earth so fast you landed on your other wing and broke it.”  “Oh,” Bumble Briar muttered, “Yes, I do.”  “Well, my dear, who brought you to us for help?”  “A boy”, he said.  “Yes, a boy.  THAT boy’s great-great-great-great and a few most greats grandson is a farmer in the village and needs our help.  We must help them.  Do you understand now?”  “Yes,” as Bumble Briar bowed to the Elder, “I do.  Sorry.”   “No need to be sorry, but there is a need to continue”, said the Elder Fairy. “Are there any of you willing to help the villagers and their animals?”  Once again, everyone looked at everyone one else and said nothing.   Silence. More silence.

There was a small rustle from the meadow behind the gathering of the fairies. Slowly, the group parted as two young fairies approached toward the Elder Fairy.  There was a girl and a boy – young adult fairies. He was taller than her and they were holding hands. The Elder Fairy looked at them…everything was quiet.  The couple knelt before her and stayed until she gave them leave to arise. Smiling kindly, she said, “Hmmmm.  You are a lovely couple, but I don’t think you have been united. (This means marriage, although there really is not the form of marriage we think of as humans. It is more of a celebration and ritual where the fairies gather in a circle around the couple and a magnificent tree. There the couple says vows that they wish to unite with nature). “No, dear Elder Fairy, we have not…yet. But we plan to in the very near future”, the young male fairy replied.  “Yes,” said the girl fairy.  “We have been working with the animals in the forest.  We both really love animals and those here in our forest are so dear to us. And, she looked downward, “We really haven’t known each very long.  We spend all of our time with the animals.”  The boy fairy spoke again. “We love animals and it would be an honor to look after and care for the animals of the village.” The Elder Fairy took them into her arms and whispered, “Well I think it’s time you are united.”

So it began. This glorious tale of two young fairies that loved one another and loved animals. They were such a comely pair: he had light hair and eyes, while she had very dark brown hair with dark eyes that matched. OH! I forgot to tell you their names! Silly me!  She was Moon Fall and he was Star Gazer. Isn’t it nice that both of their names had something to do with the heavens above? 

Anyway, it was decided by the Elder Fairy and her council that Moon Fall and Star Gazer would be the caretakers of the animals in the village. They also decided that before they could embark upon this important mission, their union must be sealed. I didn’t tell you before that when the union is sealed at the union ritual…remember the tree in the circle with the couple? Once the two fairies are spiritually and magically united, this special tree delivers to them a baby fairy! Yes! It is true!

And so…

Oak Willowglimmer, Mistress of The Gardens and Queen Mary Gossamer Beamfly

Sun Song kept moving toward Sam and the tension grew amongst everyone. Sam’s eyes were darting everywhere as he tried to not look at Sun Sung in the face; which, by the way, seemed to be changing, and changing rather quickly! Oak noticed the changing also and was wringing her hands, as Sherwood and Henry were passing looks back and forth. The two of them, if anyone was watching and thank goodness no one was, were communicating without words. As Sun Song was slowly approaching Sam, Sherwood and Henry were edging closer to her – from the back. One was moving to the left and the other to the right.  Sun Song’s focus was so fiercely on Sam, she was unaware of anything. Sam was scared…all of his legs were shaking uncontrollably. Then, he was Sherwood behind the furious fairy.  Sherwood was forming a word and Sam recognized it right away.  W E A V E  weave weave.  Yes! He thought!  Weave strands of silk – strong silk, so that when she approaches, he can trip her and they can tie her up with the strands. Before they knew it, Sun Song put her arm out and opened her hand to grab Sam.  Just then, Henry bellowed like a bull and got everyone off guard.  As Sun Song whipped around to see where the bellowing came from, Sam flung the silken strands around her ankles and her arms and then he yanked on the strands, causing her to fall on her side.  She was livid and her face was quickly changing colors – BLUE – RED – YELLOW – ORANGE – BLACK – WHITE – PURPLE and on and on – every color you could possibly imagine! Everyone came running to help Sam.  “Sam, make more cords so we can be sure she’s tied up securely,” said Henry. As quick as a dime twirling on cement, Sam went into action, whirling out cords and cords.  Oak and Sherwood grabbed them and wrapped them wherever they could, tying up this mean, wicked being!

Suddenly, light came into the cave…light so bright and luminous that everyone was temporarily blinded by it.  As they blinked and blinked, trying to get their vision back, it became clear to all where the light came from!  It was Oak’s mother! “Mother, mother,” Oak ran so hard and fast to her mother that she didn’t even notice that her feet were no longer touching the ground.  She was actually flying just a few inches off the ground! Mary held her arms open and tears slid down her cheeks as her daughter flew into her arms. “My darling, my darling little girl.  I love you so dearly.” Oak just fell upon her mother’s lap, laughing and sobbing at the same time.  She was so happy!  “Mother, you cannot possibly imagine what has happened to me!  You just can’t!  It’s so weird, so scary and so wonderful!” Mary took her daughter’s chin in her hand and said gently, “Yes, my dear, I can.  You stumbled into a part of fairy land so absolutely everything has been different for you! I’m just so grateful you are OK. You are the treasure of my life.” Mary leaned down and gently kissed Oak on the forehead.

“Now, everyone! Please step forward and let me see you!” Mary stood and as she did, the most beautiful wings ever seen unfurled from behind her back.  Why, they were pink, with hints of turquoise and green and yellow.  They sparkled as if diamonds lined the edges of the wings. Oak’s eyes grew so bid and she whispered, “It’s true, it’s true!”  “Yes, my dear,” Mary said, “It is true.  I am the Queen of the Fairies and it is time for me to take my rightful place.  It is also time for you, Oak Willowglimmer, to stand and take yours’ – as Mistress of the Gardens”.  Oak rose slowly to her feet, as Sherwood, Henry and Sam stepped forward and bowed to the Queen and to the Princess.  Mary held her hand out and the three moved forward.  Each knelt and kissed the Queen’s hand. The Queen curtsied back to each one and gave them special names.  Sherwood was renamed as “Cat Sherwood, Feline of the Colony”.  Henry became “Henry, Hunter of the Forest” and Sam…well, Sam became “Sam, Special Spider of the Kingdom”.  “Now, my lovies,” the Queen said to all of them as she took Oak’s hand tightly in hers’, “when we get to our destination, I shall tell you everything!”

So Mary…oh! Her name is “Queen Mary Gossamer Beamfly”.  So, Queen Mary Gossamer Beamfly sprinkled fairy dust on all of them and off they flew! Off they flew to the Forest of Fairies.

As for Sun Song?  She disappeared!  No one saw her leave or heard her leave.  Just gone…

 

Oak Willowglimmer, Mistress of The Gardens Makes a Startling Discovery – Chapter Six

They certainly made an interesting sight: Oak, Sam, Sherwood and Henry, as they made their way out of the cave. It seemed they had walked forever, yet when Oak looked over her shoulder, it had been only eleven stones’ throw in distance.  She found this to be a little disheartening, but said nothing, for her friends were bravely moving forward and she didn’t want to say or do anything to make them feel sad.  Henry said, “We’re almost at the entrance, or one of the entrances.  I can always tell because the fairies of the light start whispering in my ear.”  Oak stopped and asked, “What?  I don’t see any fairies anywhere.  Henry, you’re fooling us, right?”  He smiled and shook his head and laughed, causing the walls to shake a bit.  “Oops, sorry!”  Stones were falling from the ledges of the cave that were up above. “I’m so sorry. I’ll be more careful,” Henry said, looking down at his feet.  Oak knew that Henry did that when he felt badly or embarrassed.  “Oh, it’s OK,” said Sam, as he jumped onto Oak’s shoulder.  “We know you didn’t mean to do it, but you really do need to be mindful of how big you are and how loud your voice and laughter is.”  “Well”, Oak said,” grabbing Henry’s little finger with her arm, “No harm done. Now, Henry, please tell me about these light fairies.” Henry’s face lit up and he smiled so big and cute!

Sitting down very gently, Henry began.  “When I was a baby, my mother would sing lullabies to me and my favorite was about the light fairies.” He softly hummed a little of the lullaby and everyone sat to listen. He said the words were, Little babies, do not fear; the sweet light fairies are always near.  So shut your eyes and know you’re safe, for the fairies of the light are in this place.  They love and protect you during the day and at night; you never have to fear the dark for nearby is their light. “Oh Henry!  I just love it!  It’s such a nice little song.”  “Well, there’s more, but we need to keep moving until we’re out of the cave,” said Henry.  Inside his heart, Henry was so happy he made Oak smile.  Not many people smiled because of Henry. He noticed that even Sam was tapping his many legs to the tune and Sherwood was puffing little clouds of smoke in tune with the rhythm of the song.

They all stood up and continued following Henry to the light.  As they walked, Oak was wondering about the light fairies, but decided to put off asking anything else until they were out of the cave.  Finally, they all saw a light; a tiny little light ahead.  Henry pointed to it and said, “There’s an entrance…or is it the exit?  Hmmmmm.”  Sam and Sherwood looked at each other and rolled their eyes.  They hurried their pace and moved toward the light as quickly as they could.  But it seemed that the more quickly they moved, the light never got closer.  It was like the light was moving ahead at the same speed they were moving ahead.  Oak was worried and Henry saw that.  “Oak, don’t worry.  I know we are close.  It just doesn’t seem that way.”

All of a sudden, the light so far away, came rushing at them!  There was no sound, just the light coming and coming until it stopped…it stopped right in front of Henry’s nose!  He was grinning from ear to ear!  Sherwood gasped and Sam just hung from the emergency web he had just spun to save himself from the light.  Oak stood there, staring at the light.  The light was a fairy; a beautiful yellow fairy with a pretty pink dress.  Oh, she was amazing.  The little fairy flew closer to Henry, until she was actually sitting on Henry’s nose.  This presented a funny sight for Henry’s eyes crossed as he looked at the fairy. He obviously knew her and she knew him.  “Henry”, she said (in a sing-song voice), “I’ve missed you so much” and she bent over and kissed him on the nose.  “Aw, I’ve missed you too. I’m so glad to see you!  We need your help.” “Why, of course, Henry.  I knew that and that’s why I’m here.  I’m always here for you, just as the lullaby your mother sang to you says.”  Right then, the fairy looked at Oak, and smiled. “Hello, Oak.  I’m Sun Song, of the Light Fairy Clan.  I’ve know you a very long time.”  “You have?  I don’t think I know you,” replied Oak, with a puzzled look on her face.  “Oh yes, Dear. You are my sister’s daughter; I’m your aunt.”  Well, Oak almost fainted at that remark.  She stared at Sun Song and couldn’t say a word.  Her mind was racing, trying to figure all of this strangeness going on.  Sun Song stepped closer and took Oak’s little hand.  “You know what this means, don’t you?”  Sun Song looked long and hard into Oak’s face.  Slowly, Oak shook her head, but couldn’t say anything.  Smiling, Sun Song leaned forward and gently kissed Oak on her forehead. “You, my dear, are a fairy…an honest to goodness fairy.  Not only that, you are a very special one because you’re the daughter of Mary.  Mary is our Queen and that makes you a princess…Princess Oak Willowglimmer.”  Oak just still stood there; she could not believe her ears.  The floor vibrated a little as Sherwood sat down.  Sam spun a little web to hang out in and also to position himself so his 23 eyes could see everywhere.

Sam had a good “sense” of things…after all with all those legs and eyes, how could he not? While Sun Song was talking with Oak, Sam glanced up and down and all around.  Right now, he had a sense that something just wasn’t right…he hung in the web, swinging back and forth slowly and noticed some movement under the long dress that Sun Song had on.  That was strange because she was sitting down and he could see her feet, so it sure wasn’t her feet making the movement.  Sam worked up the momentum of his swinging so that he could get closer to her.  On his sixth swing toward her, he saw a tail; a tail that looked like a scorpion tail.  The more he looked, the more he was sure.  Sam knew scorpion tails well, for scorpions were his enemies.  Henry was sitting and listening to Sun Song and didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. Sherwood didn’t either. All of a sudden, Sun Song looked sharply at Sam and asked (in a rather sharp tone), “Just what are you doing spider?”  Startled by her tone, Sherwood, Henry and Oak looked at her and then at Sam, as he jumped back into the middle of his little web.  “I’m just hanging out, like spiders do.”  “Well,” she said, “You’re hanging a little too close to me and I don’t like spiders much anyway.”  She rose to her feet and Oak jumped up and said, “Please don’t do anything to him.  That’s Sam, my friend.  He would never do anything to hurt you.”  The fairy, who by the way, seemed to be changing colors, slowly walked toward Sam.  (to be continued…)

Oak Willowglimmer, Mistress of The Gardens Meets The Dragon (Chapter Five)

Oak froze, as her mind tried to comprehend this situation.  One minute a beautiful fairy is before her and the next…well, this fire breathing mean looking dragon, who’s blowing orange and red smoke that smells like a dead ogre was there. (If you remember, she never did smell a dead ogre, but this smell would probably be pretty close).  She just stood there.  He just stood there and they both just stared at each other.  She felt something on her foot and tried to slowly move her other foot over to brush whatever it was away, without the dragon noticing; but he did and he jumped back and yelped!  Then she jumped back and yelped!  He screamed – she screamed…and then……silence.  Well, silence except for the rapid heartbeats resounding from both of their chests. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sam slowing lowering himself down from the ceiling, on a silver strand of web.  Their eyes met and the unspoken words were something like, “What’s going on with this dragon?”

Oak noticed that the dragon was actually crying and wiping his tears with the back of one of his paws.  She felt her fear leave her body and began to feel sorry for him; actually sorry for both of them.  “Sir,” Oak whispered.  His head jerked up and he began trembling and inches backwards into a wall.  “No, don’t be afraid,” Oak cried.  “I’m not going to hurt you.  Are you going to hurt me?”  The dragon looked at her sheepishly and said, “No, little one.  I’m scared to pieces that someone is going to hurt me.  Why would I hurt you?”  “Well, you’re a dragon, you know.  Dragons are known for being ferocious and scary and breathing fire on people and all sort of things,” Oak said.  “Not me.  I was never like that.”  Right at that moment, the walls began to shake and the floor began to roll.  The dragon ran and hid behind Oak and Sam hid behind the dragon.

Oak, Sam and the dragon could not believe their eyes, for walking right in front of them was a giant; a giant human being.  It was a boy, but a might tall boy.  He didn’t look mean; in fact he looked pretty nice.  He was whistling a song as he walked and was looking all around.  He stopped and seemed to listen.  Cocking his head to one side, he whispered, “Is anyone here?” Of course, because he was a giant, the whisper was like a might roar. He listened for a moment and then started walking, well, kind of tip toeing, like he was afraid he would step on something that shouldn’t be stepped on.

Oak, Sam and the dragon stayed perfectly still, hoping that the boy would pass them by; but alas, he didn’t.  He happened to have a little flashlight with him and he was shining it all over the cave.  He caught a glimpse of the dragon and bent down to look closer.  Oak, Sam and the dragon all took a deep breath together for they fear this would be the end of them.  Instead, the boy looked at the dragon and said, “Wow, a lizard!  I found a lizard!”  He went to grab the dragon and Oak yelled out, “No, please.  He’s my friend.”  The boy looked at her and said, “A fairy!  I knew it.  I JUST knew it!!!  I knew there were fairies in this cave!”  He was so excited that he began jumping up and down, which cause the ground to shake and roll again and Oak and the dragon fell on, while Sam just hung on the end of his webby strand.

Well, at this point, Oak was pretty tired of all she had been through in the last 24 hours or so. She stood up and brushed herself off.  Then she helped the dragon up and made sure he was OK.  Oak looked at the boy and said, “Excuse me for just one moment please.”  “Dragon, what is your name?  I can’t keep calling you dragon,” she looked at the dragon.  “My name, my name, my name….it’s Sherwood.”  Oak looked at him and smiled. “Please to meet you, Sherwood.” Turning to the boy, Oak said, “My name is Oak and these are my friends:Sam and Sherwood.  Sam is a spider and Sherwood is a dragon, but not a mean one.  You may think he’s a lizard because you’re so tall, but he is really a dragon.  I am a little girl who has gotten lost and I honestly don’t even know where I am.”  A tear slipped down Oak’s cheek and Sam jumped over to offer her four hankies to wipe her eyes.  The boy bent over to look at her more closely and then knelt down on both knees.  “Don’t cry, little fairy.  I won’t hurt you.”  “I’m NOT a fairy,” said Oak.  “I’m just a little girl.”  “Well, my name is Henry, Henry Hornbill.  My father owns this cave and has always told me to not come here because fairy, ogres and dragons live here.” Sniffling still, Oak replied, “Well I don’t know anything about any of that.  But I do know that I want to go home.  Can you help me?”  Nodding his head, Henry said, “Let’s go.  I have some friends that can help us.”  So, Henry led the way and Oak, Sam and Sherwood followed.  (to be continued).

 

Oak Willowglimmer – Mistress of The Gardens (Chapter Four)

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She was so relaxed, as she leaned back and went back and forth and back and forth and back and…wait!  There was no forth!  Oak went back on the swing and stayed there! Since she was in a “laid back” position anyway on the swing, she looked up and there was Sam…all 23 eyes of him…looking back at her!  “Hi, Oak! Good to see ya again! Don’t be afraid, but you’re stuck in my web.”  Sam kinda hung there, sheepishly looking back and forth, as Oak tried to get her bearings, as she wriggled around on the swing (which wasn’t easy, being hung up in the air like that).  “Sam!  What?”  “Shhhhh,” Sam suddenly grabbed her hands and pulled her off the swing, onto a giant strand of web, which went from one end of the area (she still wasn’t sure what it was) to the other.  Somehow, he literally put her on his back and wrapped a quick silk rope around her so she wouldn’t fall. and off they went, scurrying across the strand and then Sam threw (really) webs out of his hands so they could catch hold of each one and swing from one to the other, until they were up and over the gate.  Oak could barely catch her breath because Sam flew so quickly.  It really was like flying…from silken strand to the next.

Oak must have fallen asleep, because she suddenly found herself in a cave; a cave filled with webs of all colors…gold, silver, red, orange, white, black and on and on.  Rather than spiders, there were fairies!  Real fairies who were spinning the webs and placing them throughout the cave. Putting her little fists to her eyes to wipe the sleep away, Oak’s eyes opened as big as she could make them.  Yes, the webs and the fairies were still there.  “Oak!”  “Thank goodness, Sam. You’re still with me,” she said as she went to hug him.  His hugs were pretty snug because he had so many legs/arms with which to hug.  “Of course, Oak, of course I’m with you!”  With that, Sam swept her up again and they glided up on a golden strand of silk; the most beautiful golden she had ever seen.  Up up up they went until they reached what appeared to be the upper floor of the cave, which really looked like a castle.  Sam helped her down off the silken strand, and they walked toward a bright light that was shining from in front of them.  The light was glowing and bright, yet not so bright one couldn’t look into it.  It was amazing.  As they approached the light, Oak could make out the form of a woman.  There was something about this woman that seemed sweetly familiar.  But, she had a silk veil of butterflies over most of her face and Oak could only see her eyes.

The woman stepped out from the light and just stood still and gazed about her surroundings. Oak noticed that everything was quiet and that the lady was looking over Oak’s head, so Oak turned around and almost gasped with awe, for the cave was now a soft gold and white.  The little ledges up and down the walls of the cave had lovely fairies kneeling and facing this woman.  Candles and torches were lit and lined the walls and pathways; stars that looked like they came down from the heavens were hanging from above and inside the frame of each star was a fairy playing a harp.  The music from these harps was mesmerizing and dreamy.  Oak could not stop looking around for in every direction she looked was a new surprise, a new delight.  Tree frogs and lizards were dressed in light cotton robes and each had a special hat on that had tiny fireflies circling the brims of the hats.  The frogs and lizards were bringing goblets of freshly mined golden grape juice.  She knew this because she heard a baby girl fairy telling her friends.

Turning back to the woman, there was now a nest on the ground; or should I say on the “cloud”?  First, it was a nest, but a big nest – big enough for a grown up fairy.  The nest was made of beautiful twigs of cedar, birch, oak, and pine.  Blended into the twigs were stems and leaves from herbs and flowers: lavender, roses petals, sage, rosemary and some marigold.  The nest was lined with gardenia and plumeria blossoms. Now, although she thought it was on the floor, it was actually sitting upon a lavender colored cloud that had drifted down from the opening at the top of the cave.  When the woman turned to walk toward the nest, that is when Oak saw the woman had wings!  She had fairy wings! Not only did she have beautiful fairy wings, she also had hair just like Oak’s mother!  It was long and wavy and reddish yellow…such a beautiful color. The woman still had her face veil on, as she went to step into the nest. But then butterflies flew from her veil to lift her long skirt so she would not trip.  After she stepped into the nest and sat down, the butterflies then flew into the woman’s hair and became still, like beautiful hair pins.

Everyone in the cave knelt and then slowly rose.  As they rose to their feet, the woman began speaking in a soft melodic voice (Oak was thinking it sounded like her mother).  Now that she was facing everyone, it could be seen that her eyes were emerald green and soft, as soft as her voice.  “My loved ones,” she began.  Without warning, a fiery red smoke descended from the opening in the cave (at the top) and began circling the room, almost in the shape of pointing fingers; each poking at a fairy, or a lizard or a frog.  The stench was horrific!  The smoke seemed to take on the odor of a dead ogre. (Of course, Oak had never seen an ogre, much less smelled a live or dead one, but the smoke smelled like what she thought one would smell like).  The ground began to shake and the little ledges that fairies were sitting on began breaking and falling to the earth like shards of glass, trying to stab and cut as they hit the ground.  Thunder filled the chamber and was so loud that the fairies had to put their hands over their ears.  But the thunder could not disguise or extinguish what Oak heard.  It was her mother again, calling, “Oak, Oak, come home.  You’re in danger.  Come home.”

Turning to ask the fairy lady for help to get to her mother, Oak discovered she was gone!  In her place, where the nest was, sat a giant dragon, who was looking straight at Oak, as smoked poured out of his nose.  (to be continued)