Aurora. (part1)
Once upon a time,
there lived a lovely,
delicate little fairy.
She had hair as black
as the night sky,
skin as soft as a baby’s,
lips as red as
a blossomed rose.
And a heart full of love,
as pure as gold.
She was unlike the other fairies,
having been fashioned
by Mother Nature herself.
She was carefully built
from the soil taken from the foot of the biggest and oldest oak tree in the heart of the forest.
Every curve, every angle was carefully sculpted with great love.
The fairy princess was gifted with the heartwarming laugh of a baby;
The innocence and joy of a little girl opening her Christmas present;
The naïveté of a butterfly coming out of its cocoon for the first time;
And the gentle softness of the petals of a lotus.
But, Mother knew these gifts would not suffice to save her from the cruel world
And so, she blessed her with
the inner fury and rage
of a thunderstorm;
The willpower of a rock;
And the quiet courage of a lion.
While adding the finishing touches, Mother Nature realized that the fairy was an extension of the giant tree itself, and thus, Her.
After having made such a beautiful creature, it was only appropriate to give her special powers.
And so, as she infused life into the fairy princess, She added the most precious gift of them all;
the ability to love, unconditionally, beyond reason, for every waking minute of her life.
She named the little fairy princess Aurora.
Aurora grew up to be a beautiful girl, and she spent most of her time around the old oak tree.
She was very fond of the animals that lived in the tree, and soon they were her friends.
She, however, didn’t have any friends amongst the fairy folk. She knew she was different, and didn’t know why, or how.
Everyone around her knew it too.
The other fairy folk that lived in the forest avoided her.
They didn’t invite her to any of their tea parties, or the birthday parties of the other baby fairies, or to their weekly gatherings and dinners.
They didn’t like her for being different and for looking different.
They secretly hated her for being so beautiful and so kind.
They were scared of this beautiful fairy princess that had suddenly appeared all bundled up at the foot of the giant oak tree one fine morning.
Some of the elder, wiser fairies even speculated that she belonged to the evil witches on the other side of the river.
They made up rumors and stories about how they had seen vials of poison next to the baby in the basket, and how it was a clever ruse to end them all.
And so the entire fairy folk avoided her. And she spent her days all alone, with the tree to sleep under, and the animals to talk to and play with.
Aurora however, never complained. She genuinely enjoyed the company of the little bunnies and sparrows and squirrels. They’d tell her stories about how they escaped from the foxes, they’d sing her songs, and bring her berries and nuts and small pebbles to keep. And when the day ended, they’d all line up near the river bank to see the glorious red sun setting on the horizon.
No matter how many evenings passed, the sheer beauty of sunsets never got old, thought Aurora.