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 (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)

Oak Willowglimmer – Mistress of The Gardens (Chapter Two)

If you remember, Oak was sitting in her little garden at the back of her yard; drawn there by a faint flickering light that could have been a fairy! So she slipped into the garden and sat and was silent; as silent could be!  Oak’s head didn’t even move when her eyes would look to the right, then to the left, above and down.  Why, if you were a fly in the garden, you would not be able to hear her breathe.  Then almost, as if it was always there, just barely, Oak heard “tinkling”…the tinkling of crystal or sea glass or…well, she wasn’t sure.  Listening, Oak decided it was crystal AND sea glass tinkling – together, as if on a wind chime that maybe fluttered down from Heaven or fluttered up from the sea.  Now Oak was well-versed in grammar and English and everything that goes with it; she knew fluttered up from the sea maybe wouldn’t make sense to everyone, but to those who mattered – it did!  Anyway, the tinkling kept up and began to sound closer and a wee bit stronger – not loud (for fairies or wind chimes would never be loud), just stronger.

She went to brush a wisp of hair from her right cheek and as she did, Oak felt something and winced, thinking it might be a bug.  Whatever it was, it wouldn’t really go away; it just darted from her fingers and found a different place on her cheek to make its presence known. As Oak went to swat at the bug, she suddenly thought that maybe it wasn’t a bug; it could be a fairy. “Oh my gosh”, she thought.  “A fairy!  A fairy,” she screamed in her head.  Ah, so excited, Oak could barely sit still.  But still…she sat.  Listening intently, she thought she heard some faint rustling…like the rustle you hear when you open a present and it’s wrapped lightly in tissue paper.  sshshhhshshew Say it quietly…shshhshshew….and as you come to the end, the shew ends almost silently.  Her eyes were slowing swiveling in her head as she scanned the room.  Light brush on her cheek, shshhshshew…and flickers of light, or perhaps the thought of lights; whatever, she felt, she heard and she saw everything she needed to know in her young smart mind that there was a fairy in the room.  “Tap tap tappity tap tap tap,” at her shoe; she felt that on her shoe.  Looking down, Oak saw the most beautiful little fairy that one could ever possibly imagine in this world or in any other world, for that matter. Taken by the magic and, oh just the magic of it all, Oak just stared at the fairy.

The fairy picked up a beautiful wind chime that looked exactly like what Oak imagined.  The little thing just shook and shook that wind chime, causing the delicate crystals and sea glass to literally come alive and each crystal and each sea glass rose up, off the bark (handle) and then, as if a wizard had flipped his wand, each piece then created its own wind chime.  Before Oak knew it, the garden was filled with little itsy bitsy wind chimes; not so many that you couldn’t move, but let’s say that if you were there, you would have to watch, very carefully, where you were walking, sitting, stooping or being or even standing!  But what was amazing was the sound.  It was the sound of crystal chandeliers and sea glass harps, all playing in tune with one another; being directed by an unseen maestro of mystical magical music.  The melody seemed as if it was straight from Heaven or Fairyland and seemed so familiar, Oak was sure she knew the song, but couldn’t, for the life of her, remember it.  “That’s right,” she thought, “it’s a memory, I know it is.  I just can’t remember this song.”

Having traveled in her mind to the room of memories, Oak almost forgot about the wind chimes…until the room grew silent…again.  She looked around and saw that the chimes had floated down to the floor of the garden…gently, like a very light snow; landing quietly and sitting still.  The little fairy then flew slowly up to Oak and beat her little wings while she hovered in the air in front of Oak’s face.  “Greetings, Oak Willowglimmer.”  “You know my name?” Oak’s heart really began to flutter.  “Of course I do.  I’ve known you all your life,” the fairy said.  “My name is Gossamer Beamfly and you are Oak Willowglimmer.“  At this point, let me describe the fairy.  She was only four inches high and had beautiful pink hair; so pink that you would think you were looking at cotton candy. Gossamer had beautiful blue eyes with green little sparkly glitter spots in them.  Her skin was a pale pale green…really just a hint of green…very light.  She was indeed lovely.

Gossamer said, “I know your mother too.  I know her really well.”  “How do you know us?” Oak asked.  “I can’t really say; just know that I do. Please don’t ask questions for my answers would only confuse you.  Plus, I’m your elder.”  “My elder?”  Oak tilted her head and looked at Gossamer.  “You can’t be older than me.  You’re so tiny and young.”  “Well, my dear, we fairies are like that.  We appear to be young or old or whatever, but we’re really the opposite!  I’m 125 years old.  Just had my birthday last week.”  “Oh my gosh,” exclaimed Oak.  “I can hardly believe this, but wait!  I do believe you, it’s just…well.  It’s like I’m in the middle of a fairy tale!  Really! My friends would never ever believe me.”  Gossamer fluttered closer to Oak’s face and looked right in her eyes and said, “There is no reason to even tell them.  The more people that know about us, the less…uh, how do I explain this.  For every human that hears about a fairy, but doesn’t believe, two fairies are frozen in time, way down deep in the Honeycrooked Tree right in the middle of Greenwood Forest.”  Gossamer looked sad now.  Oak thought she saw a tear slip down her cheek, but it was a tiny diamond or a tear that turned into a tiny diamond that fell upon the toe of Oak’s shoe.  “Oh my”, said Oak.  “I’m so sorry to hear this.  It just seems like everyone would believe in you and other fairies!”  Right at that moment, a clap of thunder sounded and shook the canopy over the garden.  Oak jumped and Gossamer began flying a circle as fast as she could – over and over and round and round, until Oak became dizzy. “Stop”, Oak whispered.  She tried to yell, but her words only came out as a whisper. “It’s only thunder.  Thunder cannot hurt you.”  Gossamer kept flying in a circle and the tiny wind chimes were rising in the air; their crystals and sea glass clattering and chattering…nothing like earlier when they sounded like angelic harp music.  The pieces of glass and crystal were flying and swinging and Gossamer was flying like a dragonfly that had lost its way and the thunder kept pounding the ground and Oak got more and more dizzy.  In the background of all the clamoring, Oak could hear her mother, Mary, calling for her.  Only this time, rather than the usual mother call, it sounded a little frantic.  Oak called back, “Mommy, I’m here, I’m here.” “Oak, Oak, please answer Mommy!  Please!  Oak, Oak, come home, come home.”

Oak was feeling faint.  The tinkling, the banging,  the fluttering, the manic wings, circles round and round, Mommy calling…all these things were rushing through Oak’s head and then she fell – and fell and fell.

(to be continued)