The moon absorbed in its beauty, lit up the night, not noticing the dim light, almost imperceptible. The wind whistled its song at night, without hearing him sob, almost imperceptible. That old tree remained calm, sharing the sadness that housed its branches. Had wanted to go, when its roots are so permit, however faced his fate and silenced her tears were already running down the sap too. It was too big responsibility, accepted and chosen from before the time, and that would last beyond it. It was he, the conjunction of all plants, the familiar and known. Was oak and it was junk, it was willow and was pink, was fern and was poplar. Each branch, a leaf dissimilar, each time a flower embellished it, in every sunrise and sunset, was green foliage. And such was his importance as a source and principle, that her beauty overshadowed becoming invisible to vulgar eyes, the gaze corrupted.
A large tree, bent by a sadness that did not belong, and had done so of their own, that have soul, would lie withered, would lie dead. All that pain, that for many solstices were being transformed into its own, it belonged to her, a fairy fall. Whoever does not believe in fairies, you can never read her story, carved with tears in this old tree. Your cárcel.Silenciosa, and no voice, no longer singing. Small as their hope, their fragile sanity. His long hair, once blond, once a fire, occurred brown as an autumn leaf. His body lost the ability to change appearance to become ethereal. His skin still had that blue color, like a piece of heaven, resting on a tree. His eyes lilacs, washed by tears, were now forgotten, were gray and grief. There were no traces of their brilliant wings, the time had stripped. A bright light appeared from his body, a beam of light that was drowning. His arrival came out of nowhere, on a spring morning and knowing, would not go away. Thus introduced the purpose and knew without question, the words were not necessary. She learned her story and sentence.
magical beings, fallen angels cast out of Eden, ancient gods, souls of dead children, fairies. Benign creatures happy, loving music and nature. A lineage that only the pure of soul, can aspire to meet.
A fairy condemned needed to atone for his sadness. He knelt on the branch of an ash, while the leaves of a cypress played with her hair. Broke a bunch of herbs and took a handful of dust, reddish-brown. It spread through the air until it began to take shape in its history.
One morning for so many suns ago, she was born. Crib blanket of rose petals and jasmine, which he gave their aroma and impregnated for all eternity. The sun gave one of its first rays to dorarle hair. The nature cast a spell and gave him his name, Ifis. The night provided a meteor shower to ensure his dream. The smile and lit up his face before he opened his eyes lilacs. Wings slightly translucent, like the river that never sleeps, began to unfold, to wish the flight.
So passed suns and moons, as I learned to become invisible. A levitate without the use of the wings, while he revealed the secrets of magic, the laws governing the fairies. He was awarded the spirit of cheerful fairies, which knew no tears. A fun-filled time in perfect harmony with nature. It was a fairy, was magic. Knowing that the fairies enjoy making mischief with humans, no one had been found, and at one point did not care too much, its fun enough for him. But nothing happens by chance, or maybe you.
His adventurous spirit led her to explore the unknown, it was his nature. And it was on an evening when the sky was so clear that closing the eyes had belonged to the sky. It was necessary to disappear, just close your eyes enough. Silently, he enjoyed trying to break into a dew drop without breaking. Arduous task, which did not materialize, then a distant sound distracted her. The breeze came up a song that never forget, it evoked the fairies. Maybe it was the call of destiny, maybe just coincidence. A voice as sweet as ever heard was who regaled him this melody. Curiosity got the better of the emergency, and how delighted he was marching towards the origin of music.
was not long the journey, as on clover growing evergreen was a singing girl. So first met her, looking for a four-leaf clover, and singing a tune. Brunette girl, jet black hair, with eyes as blue, that if at night, illuminate your surroundings. Her age, maybe six years, since timing unknown as humans. Yes, this was his first encounter with a person, without having had any contact, I enjoyed it from a distance, watching. Everything changed in a split second. The girl had found the precious clover, and at that moment uttered.
- Come fairy, I believe in you, I've seen.
knew at the time, this child was special and would change his life forever. With much fear and shamefully was becoming visible. It landed on the palm of the hand that held the little girl spread open, waiting. His eyes lilacs were found with those blue, and the fear vanished. Were contemplated, it discovered a long time, until the girl he used his voice.
- How beautiful you are, Bancis is my name, and would like to know yours.
Ifis, who knew the laws which governed the fairies, was confident that by revealing his name was in danger of belonging to those who know. And I was not ready for this. Then, her soft voice was speaking.
- I can not reveal my name, but call me as you wish.
She thought, looked up and down, looked around. He drew a smile on his face, as was the name indicated.
- look like a piece of heaven and so I'll call you. You will be heaven for me.
The two consented it was a good choice and I laughed until I was laughing inside. Both knew, began a friendship that no time would destroy it. Each found its history. Bancis lived across the river with his parents liked and was fascinated by the clubs. Every day I was looking for them, with the sole desire to find the four leaves, and had found it. No had friends, was solitary by nature. Game times and adventures. Ifis knew something perfectly. They said goodbye, knowing soon reunited again.
passed many evenings when there were reunions, in which the bond that grew stronger united. Ifis fairy tales regaled him, showed him the magic that was able to perform, together they saw the emergence of infinite light colors from the flowers. Together they saw the dance of the drops that brought the rain. Shared songs and learned to whistle. Were discovering the world around them. It was a time in which to know, appreciate embrace happiness. It was a friendship between two worlds different, where nothing is asked and all were offered.
Nostalgia Ifis struck against, and he returned to reality, tears on his cheek reminded him why he was there. Sadness and melancholy were not as sweet as honey like taste. However once the road was to continue until the end. So he decided to dry her tears, momentarily dispel the sadness and completion history. As the tree heard it while absorbing their pain. Again, the bunch of herbs and a handful of dust spread through the air, but this time it was gold and red. It was black, and that was the end of what I needed to draw say.
There were many sunsets and sunrises so many that everything went normal. Bancis Ifis and managed that their friendship was sincere, pure. One night sky could not sleep, observed the moon and discovered, had a red spot like a drop of blood, perhaps a bad omen.
The next morning, went in search of a four-leaf clover to give to Bancis. While conducting his search, he noticed a butterfly flying over the river giving money that never sleeps. Made a flight remained subdued at the same height, and suddenly, as if their wings flapping had exhausted all his life, cease to do so. Falling silent, soft plunging, hugged the river and the water stroked his wings, but flew his life, a bad omen.
Bancis did not attend that day, nor those who came. Heaven is not stopped coming in a single day, and only the clover was also expected. Starting to taste what was the absence, sadness, and tormented the unknown reason. One evening when lightning announcing the visit of a storm, he found, looking for a four-leaf clover, but this time, who was desperately seeking. For the first time saw the face of pain, found tears in the eyes of his friend. Suffering choking, breathing from his soul. When their eyes met, he knew without words what happened, his torment, and made himself the pain of her friend.
That little overflowing joy, that he confided his dreams of adventure and discovery partner. He hugged the girl, now hit full life, making it grow from the pain, knowing the emptiness, absence, despair. I had seen from his parents and how much it hurt to know that no return. They left without notice, without giving her a farewell. The death surprised under the guise of an accident. Without asking permission, immutable, took their lives and left. Bequeathing the checkout, absolute solitude. Discovered how unfair life is often the fear of their uncertain future, suffering and loss.
know that none of his words would console her. Had to do the impossible, and even pawned his own life in it, would be an act of love. Without hesitation took the consequences and in that instant was convicted. Decided to do what no fairy had dared to undertake. He performed the spell prohibited. It was the only spell forbidden by the law of the fairies, and was of nearly the same severity, one of them marry a mortal. Still, I was aware of his actions, to help her friend was all that mattered.
She remained kneeling on the bed of clubs without having to know what happened, dormant in the sentence. Meanwhile, preparing Ifis necessary to perform the spell. He drew a circle on the floor, rose above the middle, stretched out his arms, and his voice softer than anyone can ever hear delivered.
- I Ifis, fairy joyful spirit, I invoke
last letter
The which is not pronounced, the forgotten.
I Ifis, sister of nature, I asked
orders while
Back and ten moons ten suns.
I Ifis, fairy joyful spirit, I invoke
last letter
The one that is not spoken, the forgotten.
I grant you magic.
and drew it on the floor.
the forbidden spell, a letter that could only draw. It had magic and could do everything that he requested, but directly influence the life and death. Was denied its use, and what Ifis knew. Neither was allowed to intervene in the course of destiny. Still, did not hesitate. Time, no resistance whatsoever and began to recede. Everything done is undone, all passed back to back, and ten moons ten suns. Same place, different time. Bancis, with the usual smile and animosity. Ifi, with the smile of the work almost complete, and looming sorrow to move toward their sentence. He was certain that was his last meeting and refused to just think about it.
took the small hands, hid his tears, and spoke.
"Listen friend, do not ask, because I can not answer, just ask a favor. Tonight, do not let your parents go, trust me.
Bancis he heard the order of Heaven surprised, but agreed that some reason should have. And such was the confidence in his friend, who did not hesitate nor objected to the application. Would find it impossible to carry out.
The afternoon died and it was time to say goodbye. Ifis took a tear and began to wipe his eyes, molded a rose with her, and whispered his name to remain within the beautiful flower. She gave a rose to Bancis crystal, made of magic, pain and love. And before leaving he confided.
"I present this rose, my friend, in honor of our friendship. Inside it is inscribed my name, will unveil a tear only pure and innocent, and perhaps giving away my freedom.
took the gift, and walked between jumps and melodies, just another day. As if they had been ten suns and ten moons. Ifis took the memory of his friend, and went silent. The council hoped the Fairy, was awaiting sentencing.
Gathered all the fairies in silence and between moans, because although Ifis had acted out of love however, had betrayed the laws of the fairies. So it tried, for having used the forbidden spell and change the course of destiny. The sentence, the most cruel, destined and doomed to olvido.Mientras Ifis accepted the punishment, somewhere, Bancis prevented their parents leave. So worth it. Your friend does not know the pain that caused the loss.
Oblivion kills slowly and without contemplation. It was time to pay your fault. Bancis watching the stars when he stole the memories of Ifis, had forgotten. Do not remember the fairies, and all lived. Ever wondered who left to please the clubs, and that never returned to them. For he had no memories. Ifi and stripped of its magic, moving towards its final resting place, the tree would become his prison.
Ifis rested, had told his grief to the tree, exhausted, slept on his bed sheets would be till death do take pity on her. And time passed slowly. Meanwhile, hope faded as the light that shone as the light faded. He never regretted his actions, still had his memories, which was the only thing that took away. Bancis carried in his heart, a balm for this pain.
Thousands of sunsets and sunrises were found twinned. Tree and fairy, a distressed, and the other holding such bitterness. Ifi, the cheerful spirit, and had no reason to smile. And not to expect anything, plunged into the void. He was certain, that his end was near, as expected, and dejected, and redeemed.
passed more sunsets and sunrises. Had occurred years. Bancis, before black-haired girl with blue eyes, was already a woman. His life was far from the IFIs. Their dreams were realized, had the company of their parents, who never had left. A normal life with ups and downs, sadness and joys. But he never stopped giving thanks for what he had. Life again gave him a reason to thank. Bring a child into the world and knew she was a child, I sensed. Savored what happiness was full, and the excitement was in sight in her tears. He was ordered Bancis memories, where a blue chest as his eyes, found sleeping suns and moons, a pink crystal. Took her in his hands, but could not remember how he came to her. No matter, his mind was occupied by the love you gave a child. Life at some point had taken the innocence, had been grown. Innocence and awakening within yourself, and let out into tears and emotion. A tear fell asleep on the rose, which was still in his hands. A tear fell apart the rose crystal and recorded in his hand a name, Ifis. Now was the time of redemption, guilt settled. With the force of a volcano, one by one, the memories were emerging, as they lay asleep. Shamrocks recalled recalled his childhood, he recalled the magic of fairies, recalled the dance of the drops, the lights in the flowers, reminded his friend. The rose and undone, showed the decrease of the time, the ten suns and ten moons showed him the condemnation of Heaven and his prison. Bancis, wept as he never did, he felt guilt forgetfulness, pain in the fate of his friend sacrificed. Quickly went to where the clovers grow evergreen, and with the speed that gave him trouble, by fate or by chance, found a four leaf clover, and then pronounced.
"Come, I believe in you, I have learned that her fairy visto.El longed for freedom had arrived, he learned that his sentence was over. Gave him an innocent tear forgotten your desire, freedom. Still felt tired all the life and wept. Embraced the tree, which sheltered, thanked him for every day and every night, hear their pain and so alleviate loneliness. With a nostalgic, he said goodbye and left for his release. He felt all his being, the return of magic, I could fly, could disappear. His heart galloped, and emotion led to where the clovers grow evergreens, to her friend. There he found her, kneeling with hands outstretched.
was gradually becoming visible, and they embraced in the eye. Neither said a word, despite the time, was recognized, thanks offered up her tears, offered up all the love relegated to oblivion. Ifi, I knew this was the reunion slope to go. " Bancis also knew in his eyes lilacs. But this time, the memory never marcharía.Anochecía, but the light that shone Ifis, lit all around, began to levitate without flapping its wings. Stroked her face returning to a girl, he whispered in her ear and continued to rise. A light on top, stood a few seconds and dropped. Fell calm, fell smiling, embraced the river, the light was extinguished.
Some say, fairies do not have souls, however Bancis had no proof. Ifis gave his for her friend. He took her in his hands and remained so until dawn, when a ray of sunshine transformed the lifeless body Ifi, a jasmine color of fire, a flame that will never be extinguished. Placed on the river, and from the left. Ifi, a fairy of joyful spirit, belonged to nature and there should be. Bancis knew pain. He went slowly, not daring to look back. He hugged her belly, bring a daughter for life, and his name would Ifis
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