A girl practising magic, a Fairy Queen a land where magic is feared - means death for them
Isabella finished her chores with time to spare; she ran up the stairs to her small room closing the door she stood breathless for a moment. Looking around the seemingly empty room, she waited expectantly. A flying figure no larger than a small bat suddenly appeared in front of her.
“Philasendria you know what tomorrow is don’t you,” Isabella said excitedly.
"Of course Isabella," Philasendria began. The fairy’s voice chimed like musical notes as she came to rest on the desk folding her transparent wings. “You must be careful not too get excited and accidentally use your magic. You still haven’t got full control over it."
“Yes, yes... I will be careful,” Isabella answered petulantly her excitement dampened by the fairy's words. She was always lecturing her to be careful not to be seen using magic. Isabella was well aware that anyone found using magic would be imprisoned at best or burnt at the stake, and any magical creature caught killed on sight. She knew the risks, what she didn’t need right now was another lecture from Philasendria to be careful. “Can you at least stop reminding me for once of the dangers of using magic,” Isabella began. She slumped into the chair beside the desk propping her head up by resting her chin on her hand. She gave the fairy a look that portrayed how frustrated she felt. “It is my sixteenth birthday and coming of age day celebration tomorrow can you at least be happy for me,” she finished sighing.
Philasendria, fairy queen and last of the faires regarded the red-headed girl thoughtfully. She had matured since she first met her ten years ago. Philasendria still harboured guilt and responsibility for having awakened the dormant magic within Isabella.
Feeling alone and desperate for companionship she watched the little girl play for several days staying close to her without revealing herself. One day she followed her into woods. She felt concern for the girl as she started to climb a tree. Isabella was always adventurous and fearless. Having reached high in the tree, she suddenly lost her footing and couldn’t hold on falling out of the tree. The fall would be fatal the fairy realised thus she acted using her fairy dust to catch and lower Isabella to the ground gently and in doing so revealed herself to Isabella for the first time.
“I’m sorry, don’t mind me I worry too much,” the fairy began. “Have fun tomorrow but be a little careful that's all I ask.".
“I will, Philasendria,” Isabella said jumping up from the chair she danced around the room as the fairy flew around her in circles.
A door opened downstairs, the fairy vanished. “Isabella did you finish all your chores?” a voice called from below.
“Yes Uncle,” she answered as she heard footsteps on the stairs. The door opened, and Isabella’s uncle entered carrying a box he put it down on her bed.
Her uncle smiled wistfully “For tomorrow, open it,”
Isabella excitedly went to her bed opening the box she jumped with delight inside the box lay the most beautiful blue silken dress she had ever seen trimmed in lace with long sleeves and wide frilly cuff-links.
“Oh, uncle it’s gorgeous it must have cost a lot thank you so much,” she picked the dress up and held it to her admiring it smiling in delight, she twirling around then putting it back in the box hugged her uncle warmly.
Albert Hegin patted Isabella on the back affectionately as she hugged him a sad smile momentarily crossing his face. He wished her parents could’ve been here to see this day. Albert raised Isabella as best he could since her parents were taken for practising forbidden magic. Her father hanged and her mother imprisoned Isabella was only two at the time. He didn’t know to this day if her mother lived. He tried many times since her imprisonment to visit her but always got turned down. Not able to tell the truth about her parents. He gave Isabella the explanation when old enough that they had gotten lost on their way home during a severe winter storm and never found.
“Now get some rest, there is no need for any chores tomorrow enjoy your day off.”
“Thank you again uncle Hegin,” Isabella nodded smiling.
“You’re welcome child,” Albert said as he left closing the door.
Isabella opened her eyes to see Philasendria perched at the bottom of her bed. She smiled observing the fairy for a minute admiring her long golden locks of hair. The fairy’s wings ever-changing colour as she watched.
“You’re awake," the fairy said in her musical voice, noticing Isabella watching her.
“Good morning Philasendria,” Isabella answered stifling a yawn. She stretched getting out of bed going to the table she picked up her hairbrush and began combing out her short cropped red hair. The fairy bussed around her teasingly, Isabella pointed a finger at the fairy a bolt of energy emitted from her finger that sent the fairy spinning out of control.
“Ha! Take that you mischievous sprite,” Isabella retorted with satisfaction.
“Ouch! Be careful, remember what I said yesterday,” Philasendria said recovering from the spin.
Isabella sighed. "Spoilsport, I will don't worry,” she concluded smiling reflectively.
Isabella dressed excitedly and went downstairs her uncle already laid the table. As Isabella sat and ate, he smiled.
“Don't eat so fast Isabella,” her uncle began grinning. “What do you plan to do until this evening?” He asked as Isabella finished eating.
“Oh, I’ll have a walk into the village first and buy some things for later,” she paused. “Then maybe go to the woods.”
“Just be careful if you go to the woods,” her uncle began. “No climbing trees,” his tone serious pointing an accusing finger.
Isabella smiled sweetly wrapping her arms around her uncle. “I promise no climbing trees,” she stated as her uncle shook his head and smiled back fondly.