Fairy Dance

The wind rustled newly leafed plants, skies dotted with clouds. Spring was here; new life was beginning. In this forest, sat a vast meadow, which was smothered with wildflowers. In this meadow sat a particular tree, the great sycamore, its ancient trunk that twisted awkwardly and thick boughs. Stretching its branches over the forest, sheltering it from earthy disasters, a tree that Mother Nature built for purpose.

 

Here they celebrated. Faeries of many hues gathered. Swiftly with their touch, plant life turned a bright color. Dancing and celebrating together, their happiness grew. However, this glee would not last.

 

The clouds collected, turning a threatening black, creeping surreptitiously over the forest. The sudden darkness made them look to the heavens. Thunder shook the forest to its roots. Lightning struck the sycamore. Staring horror-filled, fire lapped at their creation, spreading viciously throughout the forest, burning life to ash. They couldn’t flee, trapped by fire. Knowing fate had arrived, a last struggle, and disappeared within the flames.

Roaring wind, splattering rain, the storm ended. The forest lay crumbled. Sunlight fought between the clouds. Warming the ground, a flower sprung up, elegant gold petals glowing. Upon blossoming, she took a breath, looking up through white hair. Her eyes grazed over her once home that now lay ruined, and lay upon fragments of their tree. More flowers grew, revealing faeries. Flying over ash, which grew into life. With much effort the sycamore sprung to life. The celebration went on, and the forest glowed with colors.

 

 

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Author's Note: This was a tidbit written for a contest called 'Express the Music' and we had to write a story based on the classical song we heard. This story is based off the song: Symphony No. 4: Allegro con fuoco composed by Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky.