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Posted: August 23rd. 2011 10:31:16 PM

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Where There's A Will

by SilverAngelFire

Age Group: Adult

Where there’s a will, is that not what they say? Whether it be by careful planning or strategic confession, there is always a way. Those words rang infinitely, echoing through the forest glen. The fairy girl, she waits with wings of stellar gold shimmering beneath the silver moonlight. She listens contently to the voice along the breeze. To get here she has traveled far, her home a mere spec along a well trodden road. It was here she belonged, hidden not far from sight, within the trees. It had been many months since her arrival but too it had been decided she must first be taught to trust.

In her mind’s eye, the darkness had always brought monsters though this was no longer the case. She remembers the quiet conversations, night after night. The voice that now had a face. It was a stealth guide, who meant no harm. Her skepticism found it hard to fathom. While it took a great deal of time, eventually she believed it to be true. You must learn to embrace your gifts the voice chided. You can see and hear yes, but this will not always be the case. You must be able to sense and discern for your own good. Lights out, the fairy girl sat still genuinely afraid of the dark. Now feel… eyes….nose, cheek, arm, hand, fingers. She could feel the energy spurning simultaneously with each word recited. She felt it move over her, featherlike across her eye lids, atop her nose, across her cheek and straight down to her fingertips. Remember that for coming days, she heard, so you’ll know when I am near. It’s time for you to find your way. I’ll be waiting. Now go and see and do.

The fairy girl wandered aimlessly for days it seemed, weaving in and out of the grand oak trees. Awestruck by their majestic stature, she brushed her hand along the rough bark, curling her fingers around each leaf. The forest had awakened, enveloping her. From behind she could feel the fluttering of butterflies as they danced by. She found solace in the instinctual routines of even the smallest of woodland creatures. She felt at peace, felt pride in the beauty that surrounded her. There was so much more to learn here. So much more that goes unseen. There were times however when the chatter around would become obsolete, leaving her in silence. Without thought she stood as still as could be. As a cold wind spiraled along in front of her, her ears perked and eyes narrowed, listening for all that she couldn’t see. Til along the edges of a clearing she heard the thud of foreboding footsteps. A stranger not far ahead, laden with the essence of danger. In the pit of her stomach she could feel it ferociously burning a hole.

She knew better than to look closer. This new sense had somewhat confused her. The spiraling of the wind was a warning to pay heed. She had not been told, but she knew and she dared not doubt. It was not that all strangers were the same. The majority were benign creatures, some more so than others. Then there were those that fueled the darkness, concentrated on it, shaping it with abhorrent thought patterns. Once, out of curiosity, she thought to follow but with one step she felt the pass of energy run across her wrist and it stopped her in her tracks, “no, not that way”. But it was too late. “Just smile, play nice and keep yourself at arms length.” The feeling coursing through her was not that of butterflies flittering or the scurrying of squirrels. It was dark and uncomfortable for her. Like a flash the person took a step forward, she retreated two steps. Again he took a stride forward and before she step back once more he reached out and touched her shoulder. The fairy girls mind instantly imploded into a mass of scattered thoughts. She could no longer hear or see, couldn’t think. All she could do was feel the wretchedness rising up through her and the frustration fiercely building in and around her. Still the energy found its way along her trembling skin. “Step back and walk away now”. “Say thank you, say good bye, say anything I don’t care, but I need for you walk away right now” and so she did, in panic mode, hyperventilating all the way though it was not before she watched the man drop like stone, seeming to trip over his own two feet.

What was wrong with her she couldn’t help but think as she sat safely sheltered in the glen? “There’s nothing wrong with you, it is who you are, who you have always been”. “It is a learning process that will forever be so. Once you achieved one goal, you will only move to the next and it is not without trial and error.” “Touch and feeling have been your strongest assets since you were little girl.” “Those ideals are sacred to you, never dismiss them”. “For those you trust, your loyalty is unconditional. You find no pause in extending your hand to them. For those you don’t, it is not without reason and you’d be wise to stand by your guard.” “You lived it, dreamed it your entire life”. “Foretold of anyone you have or will hold close, foretold of the darkness ever creeping.” “Always look back to where you started and trust in yourself to know what’s right and what’s wrong.” “Come, time to sleep my angel, you have not had enough of that lately but here you’ll always be safe.” “Rest now, for a new journey awaits.”

Winter had set in and the air was damp and cold though she felt nothing but such soothing warmth, blanketing her from head to toe. It was the most peaceful sleep she had ever known. For once, there were no dreams or nightmares or weighing emotional chatter, just sublime sleep. She awoke to two red tail hawks, their stance, strict and rigid, like Sentry’s standing watch up above. What will it be today she thought? The comfort she had felt throughout the night still lingered somewhat amidst the silence. She didn’t know how long she had slept but she knew it was nearing sundown again. Truth was that she was happy to do nothing that day. She sat for a long time re-visiting the past weeks, months, years. Some of what she had experienced she understood but much was still clouded in mystery. Yet she no longer questioned it, no longer found fear in it.

She thought about the magick she once tried to create. The clumsily set offerings that she always seemed to find tumbled over. She knew so little then, not much more than she did now. Somehow though things were different this time around. She now had an incessantly growing need for perfection if there ever was such a thing. And with that she felt the familiar tingling running up along the nape of her neck as she scrunched her shoulders up. “I broke them”, the faint whisper confessed. Broke what she thought to herself a little confused. “The candles, I broke them, all of them.” “They were wrong, you were wrong, so I broke them one by one. Besides it wasn’t time. It’s been much longer than you thought that I’ve been here. I’ve seen many things over the years, watched and learned. Your magick is strong but you oft choose wrong. You saw me once in the corner, do you remember? I’m sorry that I frightened you so, but it’s time now and you must know that I am here.” A little stunned she this point she was probably more frightened of what he had seen. With a very restrained chuckle he said “enough, I have definitely seen quite enough. You much reminded me of someone I think I knew once. Though I will say, I am very proud of you for choosing a different path.”

“Another chuckled erupted, this one a little less held back. “Tell me again who you were looking at the night I saw your eyes ever so slightly glaze over. Also familiar me thinks. You truly had no clue, even the tell tale sign was of no mind to you. I guess I could have answered that question for you straight away, but I must admit I found the eventual revelation quite entertaining. Ahhh yes I much enjoyed the look on your face. I suppose that should even the gentlest of breezes passed by at that moment you would have fallen over. Let’s talk about that shall we?” SHUT UP was all she could manage through her clenched teeth. I don’t want to talk about it! “Yes but I do, really I had no idea. After all this time with not even the tiniest acknowledgement of anything even remotely connected, nothing, nada, zip, zilch, who knew!” FINE, she yelled…you win, you got me, I had one weak moment for all about five minutes until I realized then it was done, now will you please shut up! This is not what we’re here for! “Wow, I don’t know, perhaps they’ve sent you the wrong teacher, hmmm.” Will you please shut up? “Yes, I guess, for now anyway, but……” She walked away mumbling inaudibly under her breath. “Ahem…it would do you know good to throw anything at me, just so you know. Now come hither my angel, focus for you is fast approaching on the horizon. You’ll need your rest.”

The fairy girl with her wings of shimmering gold, sat for a long while pondering the gifts that had been bestowed. Things had certainly changed since she’d left home. In her new awareness, she knew now there was no turning back, no way to forget all that she had seen or felt. She shifted her gaze to the sky and closed her eyes. It was a perfectly still night with the brightest of moons. She bathed herself in the light that transcended the forest canopy, each beam softly caressing her shoulders and kissing her nose. The restlessness in her mind seemed to simply dissipate. “It has been a long time since you’ve journeyed. So why now do you hold yourself back? It seems you have clipped your own wings.” What do you know of my flight she said hesitantly, wanting badly to change the subject. Besides, she continued, it matters not. “Oh but it does matter, you were quite good at it once. It’s a shame really. Yes there were moments where you stuttered but that’s to be expected. It’s about listening to your intuition, what’s right and what’s wrong. I will admit too that although I know I wasn’t supposed to, I may have helped you fly once or twice. So why not now on this most perfect of night, trust that I’ll be right here beside you.”

She finally agreed to allow her guide this one request, though she was sure she would fail. “Now, I need for you to only listen to my voice as you travel from one side to the next. I am merely direction alone, you will not see my face, on the other side there’ll be another that awaits, to join you on journey.” And so she closed her eyes and listened intently, following every direction, willing herself to fly, until she came upon another. It was difficult to make out his face, as if a haze had drifted over her eyes. Though she could not see, she could feel. It was awkward and uncomfortable as he took her hand. No, this can’t be right. The fairy girl fidgeted and twisted. Please make it stop she pleaded. I don’t know this person, I don’t trust them. Please I don’t want them here. I don’t want to do this anymore, please make it stop! “Then tell me what you want and I will be happy to oblige.” I don’t know, please it’s not going to work. “Relax and concentrate, you must continue to try.” You, she finally said exasperated. I want you to take me on this journey, no one else. Even she was shocked by the words that spilled from her soul, but there was no time to think, for at that very moment, her golden wings fluttered, lifting her high in the air, spinning her completely around. What was it that she was feeling, fear, exhilaration, it all seemed to meld into one and with the slightest of jolts she took to the heavens, soaring far across the midnight sky. So it is true then, she asked? There really was no turning back.

“Now do you see the difference? There is nothing you cannot do and there is no one in this world that can hold you down. You need only trust in your senses to show you right from wrong. The hard part will be for you to find exactly where to place that trust. As much as I would like to, that is without question, you know I cannot always be there. One day you’ll have to find the strength to fly on your own. Don’t worry, I’ll help.” She knew the words as spoken were truth though she’d prefer to have omitted a few. She resolved to not think about it for now. Instead she focused on the glittery little stone she tossed back and forth between her fingers. “You know, next time I could have a look around for someone else perhaps. Can you think of anyone?” Oh my god, do you never shut up? “Are you sure? Why are you shaking your head? I’m fairly certain I can maneuver a direct line if you’d like. Maybe one day you’ll let me show you more.” Please just go away! ” No no, it’s not nice to throw stones. You missed by the way and yes it is Karma, I betcha feel bad now don’t you, that’ll teach ya!” Next time you won’t be so lucky she thought as she drifted fast into dreamland. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that and maybe one day you’ll actually believe it. Just remember my angel, where there’s a will…”


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