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Fairy Settlement.

The way is hard and my feet are sore from the stony path. For the twentieth time I asked myself what am I trying to prove? This is not necessary I told myself once more. Probably another wild goose chase as the saying goes. I am now very high up in the Austrian mountains my fore head is covered with a damp perspiration. The snow will soon be under my feet as I climb higher and higher. I read in an ancient book that on top of this particular mountain there was a very old Fairy settlement that has been long since abandoned. As the weather changed the Fairies moved away into the more fertile valleys.

Slowly I climbed on until I reached an area that was covered in deep snow. One step after the other I made my way slowly across the snow. Then it happened. I felt myself falling through the snow I had broken through the covering of snow and I fell or better still I slid down a chute similar to what one finds at a fun fair. At the bottom I landed in a deep pile of snow that had previously fallen into this hole. I had on my back a large rucksack filled with things that I thought I might need. Among them a large torch that gave off a powerful light.

I soon found the torch and switched on the light. I had a few reserve batteries with me so I knew that I would be able to see myself around in this what seemed to be a very large cave. The walls of the cave were covered with pictures of animals and men hunting them. Wandering around the cave I could see that at one time it had been lived in but there was nothing to suggest that Fairies had lived here. I had covered most of the cave when I saw a small opening. Shining my torch into the opening I saw another cave this was even bigger than the first.

I took off my rucksack and pushing it in front of me I went through the opening. This cave was different there were ruins of small houses all over the floor of the cave. These were no human dwellings much too small. I had found one of the old Fairy caves where they stayed in the long winter months. In the middle of the cave was a deep well and I dropped a small stone into it and after a few moments I heard a loud splash as the stone hit the water in the well.

With my rucksack on my back I inspected the cave, at the far end there was another opening. Crawling through this opening I saw that here someone had been digging into the walls of the cave. Shining my torch around the walls of the cave I noticed the yellow grains of gold that were embedded in the rocky walls. I had it seems found one of the old Fairy gold mines. Picking up a large stone I struck the wall and knocked off a piece of the rock. The grains of gold could be clearly seen and it was a mine very rich in gold.

After hitting and knocking the piece of stone from the wall of the cave there was a bright blue flash and a small puff of smoke. Her Majesty Queen Feeana was with me in the mine. Her Majesty did not seem to be surprised at seeing me she smiled and said, “You have found one of our best kept secrets. This is where we get our magic gold from.” “No one has been here for years.” I told Her Majesty that I was not interested in the gold I came to look for the old Fairy caves that I had read about in the old book. It was pure chance that I had come across the opening that led into the mine.

Pointing her magic wand at one of the walls Her Majesty spoke in the old language and in front of my feet was a piece of gold. “Put that in your rucksack,” she told me and then with another wave of her wand we were both back in Fairyland on Dartford Heath. The piece of gold I use as a paperweight and it is on my table for all to see. No one would recognise it as gold because I have painted it black and it now looks like a piece of coal.

One day I might give it to Shamus my Leprechaun friend and see what delicate instrument he would make of it. Shamus is a very skilled worker in metal and I am sure that he would put the gold to good use after all it is magic gold it would be silly to melt it down and give it to a goldsmith. I often wonder whether the hotel missed me as I did not go back there another mystery of which there are so many in the mountain regions.