My Story

I was born and raised in The Cave of Splendors. I was nursed and fed by the nymphs of the river, while my parents ruled my beautiful homeland. My mom died when I was 10. My Dad is the king of the dry-lands. I moved to the wet-lands when I was 15. I ruled the kingdom(or rather the Queendom ) of Lily Lake until I was chased away, 2 years later. I finally settled down in the Meadow of Flowers and married Prince Gallone and later became Queen of the fairies and elves of flowers.

As of Now

I have ruled my fairiedom for 5 years ever since I married Prince Gallone. Or should I say King Gallone. I am 21 now and I have many nymphs and subjects. As a fairytale would say I am living happily ever after. Except for the couple of wars that break out between the fairies and elves who both think they are my favorite. To tell the truth I love them both equally. We have planted many new flowers like the tulips, roses, pansies, bluebells, black-eyed Susans, daffodils, daisies, and dandelions. My gardens are bursting with summer smells. Walking through them is like paradise, and I am reminded of when I was younger....

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The Library

Oh..... I have just had the most wonderful time.I have just been in the library!!
To understand this, you have to know that our library is located in the Firesparkel cluster. It is stocked with 700 billion books, some dating from when fairies first found what you now call the Milky Way. Also we have books from Father Time`s library, which is even bigger than ours by several billion books. Say, if I wanted to read something with a 'kick' (as I understand mortals say) in it, I would go to the sparkle section where we have 800 million books made from starshine from every known galaxy. If I wanted a book to lull me into calmness, I would go to the moonsparkle room where there are books made from the rays of the mortals moon that were lost under the waves of your lakes and oceans. Our cousins, the mer folk, caught them and sent them to my library to be made into books that tell of the stories of the nights when they shone.
Also written down on the leaves and fallen branches are all the stories of your world. When mortals sometimes pass a house that has been left to rot and rust, they say it is haunted because they hear it creak or see something white. That must be the funniest thing I have ever heard. The house 'creaks' because it is remembering or telling of the days when it was being built or when it had people inside of it. And the `ghosts' !!! That is just the nymphs coming to see the wood they lived in or perhaps the rare mortal sees a auditor fairy writing down the story of the house when we know that it will never be lived in or are afraid it might forget it in the merry days to come. I am dreadfully sorry but I have to leave now. Father Time is coming with his friend Mother Nature to discuss the coming spring and such. Also we have a truce betwixt all creatures for the wedding of the West Wind and the Maiden of the Air. Well there is the faery bells now. I must leave now. Farewell to all!!
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