3.1 : Trean b'llacdd

"Come on Glistle, they're catching up to us!"

A blur of tousled blonde ringlets framing a beaming expression of rosy cheeks and sapphire eyes, flew through the field of overgrown dandelions and creeping clover. It was a beautiful, spring afternoon and Jewel wasn't wasting any time in soaking in it's delight. She and Glistle, her dragonfly companion, had been soaring through the fairy village, teasing the ladybugs and playing hide and seek with the crickets (who didn't end up being very good playmates for this particular game). When Jewel would count to 100, the crickets quickly bounded off into hiding places; but, as we all know, they are very fidgety insects. Every time they began to fidget from their hiding places, they would give themselves away due to their inability to keep from chirping! Jewel grew tired of this game and its lack of challenge, so she and Glistle went on to find other playmates.

The inchworms were too busy measuring plots with the worker bees for the new garden being planted outside the fairy ring, and the snails were feeling a bit sluggish. They finally convinced the butterflies to race with them to the edge of the outer realm and back, but they proved to be no contest for this overzealous little fairy and her determined dragonfly friend. Once the butterflies caught a glimpse of their beautifully painted wings and slender frames in the reflection of the spring water as they flew overhead, they could not be tempted to play anymore fairy games, as they were perfectly content to sit lazily by the water's edge, opening and closing their wings, admiring the woven gossamer patterns, for hours on end.

Jewel and Glistle rested atop the largest mushroom in the deserted fairy ring of the outer realm and drank the last of the honeywater they brought with them in their clover pouches.

1.1 : Trean b'llacdd

The purple leaves of the Indigo tree tumbled softly to the forest floor, settling into a quieted pile amongst the tree's entangled roots. The crimson sky whispered lullabyes through the midnight breezes and the hidden realm of woodland creatures drifted off to a world of dreams as they lay silently in a peaceful slumber. The land of Trean b'llacdd was a beautiful place more magical and bewildering than any mortal's imagination could ever comprehend. It was a kingdom so picturesque that no painted canvas or water colored parchment dared to recreate its beauty.

This world of pixies and fairies, gnomes and talking animals was invisible to the human eye. A world like this existed only in the fleeting thoughts of mortal imagination - except on the first full moon of spring. If any human ever ventured past the stone garden covered in apricot ivy and blushing moonflowers, and wandered down the brick pathway going westward through the sea of wildflowers, they might stumble upon a shadowed dwelling. And on that starlit evening, when the moonbeams push through the forest's meridian of branches, the shadows would disappear and this colorful world would momentarily be beholden to the mortal eye.

Some say that pixies are mischievous, that gnomes are too busy to notice a world beyond their humbled dwellings and that fairies are too caught up in their magic and playfully guided spirits to discover an adventure past their circle of flora, fauna and fair weather friends. But I ask you, can you truly understand a place which you have never visited, or comprehend those who you've never had the pleasure of meeting? With your permission, I'd like to tell you the story of a young fairy named Jewel and she changed the human world forever.