The Faeries of the Enchanted Forest is a world of both dark enchantment and beautiful mystery. Like our world it is often misunderstand, both filled with love, joy, imaginative fun and excitement. But at the same time it can be very dangerous, for there is also a powerful sadness. Faeries have always been here...even long before the age of man. And they are still here, among us now, if you care to see. Each faery is endowed with a special magic, an ability we'll call it that is unique to them. They give themselves nicknames and not revealing their real names to outsiders, to hide these abilities, whose potency seem to depend upon this guise. They tend to be very quiet, cautious individuals to avoid being discovered. Faeries can be found in many dimensions, and they can enter into our world.
In folkore, they say that those who can see the faeries are blessed with a special gift. A young child can see far easier than an adult can. Where some people perceive only a big open field, those gifted can see a host of faeries dancing, flying and playing among the weeds. A minuscule socity filled with it's own mysteries of joy and sorrow.
It all happened when I was a very small child. I was playing in my parent's backyard when I heard something creash into the bush beside me. Beingcurious I went look to see what it was. A young bird perhaps just learning to fly or a wayward grasshopper. What I found was little glittering blue winged faery! She was exhauted, brely consuious and her wings were badly torn and she looked very weak. I snuck her into my bedroom without letting my parents know of her. There the little blue faery recuperated, her wing healing nicely within a few days. One morning, the blue faery was gone. Although we have never really spoken this left me very sad, I missed my little faery friend. Every night I left my window silighlty open, hoping my faery come back.
About one month later, my blue faery did return and her friends came to visit me also at my bedroom window. My parents always thought I was an imaginative kid, but did worry when I preferred playing in my room then playing with the other children outside. They were never aware of all the wonderful friends I did have and the magical games they taught and played with me. I carefully kept a diary of them and our times together that I kept hidden away in secret.
One day, I was told I would be staying with my grandparents for several days, because my parents were going away. When thy returned I found out that my family would be moving to another state. Though I always left my bedroom window open in my new home, my little friends never returned.
As the years past, I of course, matured to an adult and with that went all my childhood pastimes. Eventually came the "real world" where I finished college and become an accountant. And as the years pass by the disenchantment with my prefession grew.
One night, I came home feeling totally drained. I felt, I was losing all hope with what life has to offer and broke down in tears. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shining blue light. It was my old friend...coming to visit. the little glitter blue faery.
Suddenl, it brought back the childhood memories, I had totally forgotten about my faery friends. Yes the times she brought me to another dimension of their Enchanted Forests, carrying my little dairy and knapsack as I journeyed with them. they all came flooding back. And then she vanished, just as quickly as she appeared.
But I remembered, I still had my old diary in my toy chest in the attic. Dashing up to the attic I searched everywhere for that chest. When I finally found and opened it. There it was, my old diary and several small items I had long forgotten about. There was a tiny bracelet, a stone ring, a small green cap, a wooden flue and a couple of dry old walnuts (magic I think) that were given to me thru my journeys into the Enchanted Forests.
The diary was dusty, and when I blew the dust from it, I was amazed to find it wasn't dust at all, but the glittering from the faeries wings. The glttering shone as it flew up the air and slowly fell to the floor. The diary was full of sketches of my long ago friends and our adventures together.
I stared my art studio so I could shared this with the rest of the world. I've always loved to sculpt, it was a passion stirred in my heart as a child (possibly eleven taught).
Sincerely,
Robert C. Lew
