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Long ago, in a land far away, there lived a faerie. This faerie was not a normal faerie. Instead of giggling, laughing and playing around with the other faeries, she preferred to sit in her tree and think about the world. She would watch the plants grow and the sun rise. For this made her wise, even more wise than the Elder Faeries.

One day, trouble came to the forest of the faeries. Darkness was growing over the forest like a poisonous vine, making the sun dull and the plants a crispy dead color. The strange faerie, Spring-Flower, watched the changes in her world. Even as the other faeries were running about frantically, trying to find a solution to their problem, Spring-Flower sat in her tree and thought about the world.

The Elder Faeries were seeking guidance from any faerie that had an idea. Then, a soft, bell-like voice that was familiar to none rang through the ears of all the faeries in the land. The voice made them stop and look around to see no one in their eyesight was talking.

The voice said, "I have thought for most my days in a tree by myself. I have watched plants grow and watched the sun rise. This has given me wisdom. I knew his day would come and I know what we must do. Come with me to our tallest tree, and I will tell you what to do." The voice faded and the faeries wondered if it had been real.

In a surge of fluttering wings, all of the faeries flew towards the tallest tree. This tree was sacred and known by all the faeries. It gave life to all the other plants in the forest, and one day, the plants would give the energy back to fuel other plants.

There, seated at the base of the tree, was Spring-Flower. She had her legs crossed in a pretzel and her hands resting on her knees. Her long curly hair floated gracefully around her in a beautiful cloud that was even unusual for faeries. This made them reluctant to sit with her.

The faeries stood and watched st the edge of the brush. They were too cowardly. One brave faerie, Leaf-Shine, stepped out of the brush. He walked over and sat on a root near Spring-Flower and did the same as she.

Little by little, the cowardly faeries stepped out of the bushes and joined Spring-Flower on the massive roots around the tree. They could feel the roots pulsing with energy and the faeries knew Spring-Flower was special.

Spring-Flower started to float although her wings remained motionless. The other Faeries stared in awe. Her voice once again echoed through their heads. She said, "Now we must meditate. While you sit, think of the light you long to return and it shall become the truth."

The faeries followed her orders as a last resort because the darkness was creeping up on the last light place, the sacred tree. Thoughts of bright babbling brooks and amazing green fields filled to the brim with light filled the minds of the clearing until the tree started to radiate light. The darkness screeched and withdrew from the forest faster than the wind blew through the trees.

Soon, the pulsing light was replaced with the sounds of triumphant yells. Sprint-Flower opened her eyes and stood. She turned and flew into the sacred tree's branches. There she sat in her tree and thought about the world. Spring-Flower was never seen again


I have no life and is bored. :-/