Into the Forrest Etsy Treasury

Meeting Fairy in the Forest

It was a wonderful sunny afternoon. The sky was majestic blue in color with an occasional sprinkling of bright white clouds. The sunlight was pure golden in color and gave the land below a charming look. The shadows and sunlight were creating interesting designs in the forests of the GreenTallPines. It was a day to be outdoors and to enjoy the sunshine.

Though the metropolis of the gnomes was located underground and the gnomes hid them well from the prying eyes of the humans; it doesn’t mean that they shied away from the great outdoors. The research in the field of invisibility cloak is going on, strong among the scientist community. However, the break through is still awaited. Therefore, gnomes have to make do with smartness, alertness and stealth to evade detection.

The schools were closed on holidays and Pike was very happy about it. He is the brightest boy in his class of sixth standard. He is happy to have the time off as he could get some time to think about the latest school assignment. The class teacher has asked each of the students to write an essay on anything that doesn’t belong to the real world. Now, this was a topic Pike was not comfortable with. If it was a science or math subject Pike wouldn’t have thought about it, twice. But, imagine an imaginary subject? How complicated!

Pike was walking down the road when he came across some thing strange. Deep in the center of the woods was a beautiful wild garden of Poppies. It was the favorite spot for Pike to study alone. However, today the garden was not vacant. A beautiful girl was sprinkling pixie dust around the garden and was stopping at all the Poppy flowers, admiring their beauty.

The girl would have been any normal human being, except for the glistening wings on the shoulders. Klin was on her way to fairyland from Jones’s shop. Jones has gifted her beautiful soap sculpture of the fairy in the poppy flower garden.

As Pike moved near to have a better look, the startled fairy took to flight. Pike reached the place and picked up the soap that had slipped from the hand of the fairy. Pike was happy; he had found the topic to write for his assignment. The old man in his neighbourhood was correct. “Fairy tales are not tall tales; they are the mirrors of our internal truth.”