Tale Weaver – #212 – Fairy Tale – 28th February

This week write a Fairy Tale using the following title.

The Fairy With the Broken Wing
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She sat in the fairy forest, put her head in her hands and wept tears of anguish and sorrow, totally oblivious to the pain of her injury.
The Elders in the Sacred Tree heard her weeping.
The young fairy felt a presence as one older and wise sat beside her.
‘How did it happen?’ she asked softly.
Through pools of clear blue, the fairy said it had been an accident.
The child had been playing with the figurine not knowing its significance and dropped it. The wing had snapped off, and rendered her flightless.
‘Humans don’t understand that we are all spirits and need somewhere to dwell  as we carry out our duty.’
‘The child was hurt Mother. She’d cut herself on the sharp edges on my shoulder and was in so much pain! I could do nothing as my powers had been taken from me, and now I’m afraid she might die. She was so small.’
The fairy sobbed as if her heart would break.
‘What am I going to do?
Compassion ran through the wise fairy who signalled for another to be despatched with haste to ascertain how the child had fared.
The broken wing lay crumpled on the ground. It looked dull and uninteresting, nothing like the shimmering crystal it should have been.
Gently, the wise fairy picked it up and held it against the younger’s shoulder.
As soon as it touched, it tried to shine.
‘There is still magic here, so all is not lost. Come, we will get you fixed up in no time.’
Gathering her in her arms, the wise fairy carried her to the Sacred Tree and laid her down with instructions to sleep. She complied immediately.
The other Elders then gathered round, each touching the wing and wounded shoulder as they transferred a little of their own magic to make her whole.
The wise fairy watched as she slept, the wound gradually healing as both wing and shoulder mended.
The messenger returned to say the child was well and that the cut was not deep. She had been upset for having dropped the figurine and knew her mother would be angry as she should not have been playing with it. Now the child was asleep in her own bed.
The wise fairy thanked him, and turned back to the young fairy on the cot.
Her wings were clear and glistening, her magic restored.

Sleepy eyes opened and the fairy found herself back on the shelf in her resting place.
There was a difference now, in that there was glass shielding her from little fingers.
She felt her body glow, and smiled, knowing she could continue watching over her charges.

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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6 Responses to Tale Weaver – #212 – Fairy Tale – 28th February

  1. Michael says:

    Beautiful tale Di, you captured the essence of the fairy tale so well. Thanks for adding your thoughts this week.

  2. Sadje says:

    I love your story. So compassionate.

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