I wrote this fiction piece while I should have been studying for finals my freshman year of college. In a way, I think my mind reverted back to a story about fairies I loved reading growing up. Ever since, I've loved picking up new books that reference the kind of fairy lore I remember from that very story, since it was lost after all those years of moving with my family. The fairy tale I remember was a comfort to me as a young girl, just as the story I came up with here comforted me during my first year at college. The breaks indicate where I felt the story could use illustrations - at the time I wrote it, I wanted it to look like the children's book I recalled all those years ago. I'd love to be able to write something from which someone in the future would tell me they drew comfort.
The Fairy Winter
Winter was a strong woodland fairy, the very strongest of her kind. She had the ability to enliven plants and flowers during the cold months in her homeland.
When the spring, summer, and fall months arrived, Winter believed she had no magic at all, being a fairy born apart from the Woodland’s flower-growing season; Especially when all the other fairies started to develop from the palms of their hands a beautiful coating of fairy dust in every color imaginable.
Sitting amid the bright marigolds and petunias, Winter felt useless. She could procure nothing from her still-dry hands. They were of a pale and dull gray color, and without the cheerful sheen that marked the special abilities of the rest of her fairy peers.
By late fall, Winter still had not developed the pretty fairy dust that had made everyone else her age unique. One night, while her mind spun restlessly, Winter sat just outside her particular spruce tree, while all the other fairies lay sleeping soundlessly in their hibernation.
Before long, Winter wished most keenly that she could escape the Woodlands trees, and therefore left her warm home to explore the winter season from which she was born.
What Winter found when she left her familiar spruce tree was quite charming; she instantly felt stronger than ever before. The pure white expanses rolling ahead of her called for her attention, begging to be brought to life.
She began to notice that she, too, began to brighten like the pure white of the rolling hills.
Winter remembered from her lessons in school that—particularly in the Woodlands—the winters were so frigid that even the toughest of fairies could not animate with magic the beautiful cherry-blossom, carnation, freesia, violet, and iris flowers that adorned the Woodlands in the warm spring and summer months.
But when Winter glanced down at her glistening golden hands they were marked with the famous pollen that dusted the hands of all the little spring, summer, and fall fairies with which she went to school. Winter realized this made her unique, as she was the only fairy whom could procure fairy dust during the dormant growing season in the Woodlands.
She possessed a talent that none of the other fairies were capable of, and it made her special.
She melted the tiny snowflakes surrounding the Sitka spruce , dissolved the dying deciduous forest ground, and fevered the terra firma of the fresh frangula tree. Eventually, Winter used her unique golden fairy dust anywhere she felt the Woodlands needed life.
It was not long before all the fairies of the Woodlands saw the change rapidly illuminating the dull land; They noticed a faint smell of magic lingering in the fresh, brisk winter air about the pine trees, and left to seek its source.
Meanwhile, Winter touched everything she could with her gold fairy dust-laden hands. She created beautiful winter-blossoming flowers, like Hellebores, Hamemelis, and Corylus Avellana Contorta, all of which she named herself.
Winter’s special fairy dust was so strong that its light burned brighter than any other fairy’s in the Woodlands.
It burned so brightly that in no time the little spring, summer, and fall fairies found that the source of light shining in the cold evening was the little fairy Winter, flying between the frozen hilltops and adding color to the pale Woodlands landscape.
The rest of the little fairies of the Woodlands were amazed at what Winter could do. They apologized to Winter, saying how regretfully sorry they were for not recognizing her unique talent.
Winter provided hope to the Woodlands from then on, a sign to all other fairies that being different did not give leave for the rest of the Woodlands’ fairies to leave her out, setting her apart from them; especially when only she alone could color their homeland during the cold months with winter-blooming flowers, all with a flick of her newfound fairy dust.
So the next time you find yourself in the Woodlands—perhaps wandering about the snow-blanketed pines and glittering hills—keep in mind that you are never alone, and that Winter is always there, silently awakening the dormant winter-blossoming plants that dot winter's endless white landscape.