The Rebel Fairy

The Rebel Fairy

By Christina Paul

A short story about a woman born from the ashes of destruction;

who revolts against the chaos and sets out on her own to make a world of her very own.

Approximate Word Count: 1972

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago; the entire world was set ablaze by an epic battle between the earth and the sky. As flames from the sky danced with the trees on the ground; the world as we know it began to form. Much like a phoenix, from the ashes of destruction rose the dawn of an entire civilization.

As the mother of this race rose from the ruins; she opened her eyes for the very first time and couldn’t help but weep at the site of the debris and from her tears the very oceans formed. She wandered alone between the earth and the sky for quite a long time before she even learned she had a voice. With her new-found voice, she eventually sang the earth and the sky to sleep and lay to rest the petty bickering of the powerful elementals.

Alas, she felt terribly alone and small in such a vast scorched and wretched land. Time tolled on and on and she had only her songs as comfort; eventually she began to shrink as small as she felt. But then, oh then she learned how to sleep. In her slumber she dreamt of a flower, such as a white rose that she could smell and a creature, such as the dove that she could befriend. When she awoke, still somewhere between the earth and the sky, she stretched and yawned in a sleepy haze but she felt content for the first time in eons. Wind fluttered in her ear so suddenly she became terrified that she had somehow awoken the sky; she took off as fast and as hard as she could but there was nothing to hide behind for the earth and the sky destroyed everything except for her ocean of tears.

With nowhere to go she summoned all her courage to face whatever wrath was setting to advance onto her. She held her ground, trying not to shake as a shape in the horizon came into view. It fluttered it’s wings and looked about so desperately as she used to before she came to terms that she was indeed all alone. With empathy directing her path; she met the creatures eyes and stared in awe. It was the dove from her dreams, it had found it’s way from her mind’s eye to reality. They soon became the best of friends and she taught the bird how to sing.

One day she suddenly became very envious of her friends beautiful wings and she sat there daydreaming of how she would look with a pair of her own. The air started to pop and crack, swirling around her almost like a current of electricity. A small bubble, a window to her thoughts, appeared before her; enclosed was a shimmering pair of translucent wings. Taken aback since this had never happened before she approached the bubble with great caution. Temped by her envy of what she thought was beautiful, she reached and grasped a hold of the wings. The bubble burst around it, as suddenly as it appeared, but the wings were still tangible within her hands. She smiled a great smile and the sun was born into the sky as she hurriedly fastened the wings about her back and rushed off to show her friend.

Her friend, the dove, fluttered about excitedly and sang with joy because they could now fly together in the horizon where they dwelled. They flew, zooming and dancing together as the very sun she created with her first beam of happiness, started to coax the scotched remains of the world to grow and transform into lush greenery. Flowers, such as the white rose she had once dreamed about, and tress sprouted and challenged the sky to force them back into the ground. Which was probably quite a silly thing to do. Luckily, that did not happen and soon the sky let it’s winds carry the earth fragrance across the miles. It seemed that they let bygones be bygones and forgot about their past indiscretions and elements learned to live in harmony.

Time ticked on and the world evolved into something quite spectacular. From the ocean sprouted many bodies of water such as the rivers, lakes and ponds. The world exploded in color as new kinds of flowers, brush and trees were born. Since the friends didn’t have to fear the earth and the sky anymore they spent their time exploring high above the great clouds and down below; setting their feet on the ground for the very first time. Once the dove and the tiny, winged woman lost track of time while admiring their reflections in a still body of water while exploring on foot. She had braided crowns of colorful, pretty flowers and placed them atop of their heads and thought that they looked wonderful. As she gazed deep into her own eyes, she quickly became lost in her own thoughts. Just as before the air popped and cracked and a bubble appeared before her, swimming inside the bubble was a fish; it scales shimmering colors of green, blue and purple much like her own eyes. She reached out to pop the bubble with her index finger as the dove curiously looked on from the sidelines. The bubble popped and the fish plopped into the water with a splash and swam away.

She looked over at her friend, the dove, and they shared a look of knowing. She sat atop of a rock and began thinking. The air popped and cracked so fiercely around her; swirling and lifting her off of the rock. The energy consumed her and became a part of her and she started to glow like the sun. Bubble after bubble appeared and the dove pecked at them feverishly; letting loose the new life forms into this new world. Soon there were populations of various new life forms. Birds, plants, fish, butterflies, horses, squirrels, and even dragons; whatever she thought of sprouted to life from her imagination. Indeed it was quite a sight to behold.

When the dove couldn’t keep up anymore, she realized she had to slow down. She tried to bottle her imagination back up and screw the lid back on again but it was like a flood and she couldn’t stop it. This scared her and her thoughts turned dark. Soon bubbles full of demons, shadows, and other creatures of the night sprang into the air. The dove was too terrified to even attempt to release them and they floated off into the horizon. Helpless and cowering the dove retreated behind a tree. The tiny, winged woman then spoke her first words, she looked on at her friend and pleaded, “Help me.”

The dove didn’t understand; the poor dove only knew and understood the language of the song. But the tiny, winged-woman was in too much distress to produce a melody. The earth and the sky were quickly overwrought with all the new beings that had come to life; the ground shook and the sky let balls of fire fall from the heavens once more. The dove had to dodge and weave through the chaos of falling debris but the dove refused to fly away and began to sing to the tiny, winged woman in effort to comfort her and calm her down. She understood the message and with a great resolve from somewhere deep inside her, she knew she had to think of away to stop this madness before the world was overran with obscurity from her dark contemplations, she decided that only the most exultant thoughts would be able to save them and put the earth and sky at ease again.

Forcing her thoughts on everything she loved about this new world; she created an image not unlike herself. This was the birth of the very first fairies. She thought of only them, and soon she was surrounded by hundreds of tiny bubbles that were filled with her first-born kin. The dove flew swiftly, weaving itself through the collateral damage of the earth and the sky’s fury, popping as many of the little bubbles as he could. The fairy people came to life; processing more knowledge, beauty, grace and magic than their creator. Their skin pigments seized fragments of the sun so they glowed like a fireflies and their eyes gleamed with virtue and purity. Soon there was enough fairy people that they helped their brethren escape from their globule floating traps.

A small battalion of fairy people started to sing their mother’s lullaby. The earth and the sky begrudgingly fell into another deep slumber. The dove watched as they divided their forces this way and that; some going after what was created from pits of depravity of their mother’s own mind, some setting out to mend that which was destroyed, and some went to aid their mother in effort to bind her mind’s eye before anymore blight could exist.

The fairies people worked tirelessly and through. Soon their mother collapsed into the doves wings and cuddled into it’s feathery down breast; mortified at what she had done. Her head spun and she felt her gut retched, her luminescent glow fading and flickering slightly. The dove sang a soft melody in her ear; twittering and chipping trying to mimic the sound of her plea. The dove looked helplessly up at the fairy folk surrounding them; some were already weeping for they knew her time was passing.

The tiny, winged woman looked her friend in the eye; she went aglow vibrantly as the air responded to her magic, once last bubble appeared above her head. “I shall never leave you alone for you never have left my side”. The dove cried, it was a melancholy and dejected song of sorrow. The dome around the doves new mate burst and it flew to his side immediately and embraced him with her wings; supporting him the best way she could while he held his best friend and creator in his own wings as the last bit of light faded into nothing and the tiny-winged woman closed her eyes for the last time.

The sun set at that very moment, and the earth grew very cold. The fairy folk and the doves shivered but they did not move. It was many moons before a small fleet of fairies could return from their adventures of hunting down the embodiments of evil that their mother created to find out why the sun had set so abruptly and left the earth to become encased in sheets of ice and snow. Upon their return the found the doves and their brethren hovered over their mother, heads bowed and the ice frozen around them like ice statues around their Mother’s final resting place.

This small group called the fairies from all over the world back and they created the moon together. Too sullen and disheartened at the scene to create their own sun they worked their magic to thaw out their family to find out what had happened once they departed. It took many years but they managed to do it. Soon the tale was told and the songs were sung; it was a time of great depression. Eventually the doves helped the fairy folk find the sun and persuade it to take it’s place once more in the sky. The sun was still heartbroken and only agreed to return if the moon could stay and kept it company.

Over time the world became lush and bursting with life once more. The fairy folk worked hard to keep every living creature in high spirits. The moon and the sun turned into the best paired partners in history and danced around the world in a timeless rhythm. Magic, love, music and laughter learned to have their place on the planet and like any essence of life...it evolved.

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