A kind of creation story.
Life Is But A Dream
Tiana was exhausted.
“I am not quite to the stage of crawling or dragging myself along, but I can feel it coming quickly,” she breathed, her breath smoking in the cold.
When she’d first read of it, she’d brushed it off as a mere exaggeration. Then she began to hear whispers in the wind. Remarkably, she seemed to be the only one who could hear them.
“That’s when I knew. I ‘m supposed to find and use it,” the elf reminded herself.
Had she known how long and arduous her journey would be, she now thought she would probably have found another form of transportation. Her felt boots were worn through and she had blisters on her blisters. But inside her, she knew she was close.
The air around her slowly began to warm, until it was like a late spring day. This brightened Tiana’s mood. It was further brightened when she saw it.
“The dream tree !”
She stumbled, then crawled, to the cloud-like jewel-colored moss under the huge tree. Its multi-colored leaves of the softest pastels played soporific music. The minute her head hit the ground, she fell asleep.
Tiana dreamt she was flying. Fearing she would not get back, she took a string out of her travelling pouch and tied herself securely to a large branch as she passed it. But her tether was too short and snapped.
Expecting to hit the ground at any minute, Tiana tried to brace herself. When she did, she woke up. To her joyful astonishment, she found she really was flying! She outstretched her arms in hopes of soaring by using them. Her skin brushed something gossamer and light.
“I have wings!” she nearly squealed.
And that was how the first fairy came into the magic world.