The Fairy Queen

 

Apprentice, my dreams are an antique cauldron, a mystical vessel of the old faith. I will steep thee in our ways. I will show thee real magic, living magic from yonder olden days. ‘Tis birthed in the realm of the Fays. It is a fellow traveler, wild and free, never a servant. It is kindness, yet only to its kindred. Only love can resonate with blessed fate.

 

To magic ordinary folk are invisible, extraordinary hearts it sees and renders them invincible. The wicked fare not well, and soon in lamentable consequences dwell. To choose thee, it must adore thee. Yet, in full caution, harken well to my words for two choices there be. Choose wisely. Choose well. Sweet child, the future of  Camelot, Good Magic and thou exist as a woven braid.

 

“Fay Queen, I am all ears.”

 

Apprentice, the first would paint the devil’s pants dark. Risk the rickety bridge of rotten planks and fraying ropes. Walk it into the world of winter, the ice lands, where foulest foes foment into legions. Fill this chalice with cloud vapor, yet not simply from any cloud. One’s mist is condensed myths and legends, it hovers only near the thinnest of icy ledges, ledges as frozen fairy’s footsteps. With thine feet well planted, reach out far, wind’s bite is a brazen nightmare. If the fates will it for the thee to survive, if destiny crowns thee heir, return to me. Thence you and I will venture on our together quest.

 

“Fay Queen, pray tell of the second choice?”

 

The pure of heart may simply knock on my door, that is the deep fairy lore. If you have honoured your life’s true quest, then Love itself is your guardian and rest. There is no short cut, no cunning wile for the wicked to beget with rancid guile. For the good it is easy-peasy. For the good the road builds itself at your feet.  True love is the wise and only way. I advise you to knock today.