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Fairy Dance.

It happened right in the middle of a fairy dance. The heavens became over clouded and the moonlight was no longer available to lighten the festivities. Suddenly it poured down with rain, large drops coming in from the west. The fairies took cover under the trees and the poor musicians hampered by their music instruments got wet. This was no normal storm; magic had been used to create these large drops of rain. Who would dare to interrupt a fairy dance? It must be someone very powerful to openly interfere in a fairy dance.

The raindrops turned to snow flakes big snowflakes. Then Her Majesty, Queen Feeana appeared and with one wave of her magic wand, the snowflakes turned into rose petals. The evening was saved and the fairies carried on with their dancing. In Fairyland, the smell of rose petals was so lovely that the fairies asked her Majesty if it would be possible to have rose petals all summer. Her Majesty agreed and now all summer long there are sweet smells of roses all over Fairyland.

The dance ended without any more upsets and the fairies all went off to their respective homes. I myself wandered around looking for evidence that a sorcerer or Wizard had been present to cause the rain and snow. I found nothing and then went on home to my bed. During the night, I had a dream. A Wizard was in fairyland disguised as a tree. In the morning, I took with me a very sharp axe into the woods and went direct to where the dance had been held.

On arrival at the dance floor, I looked carefully at the trees. One of them just had to be a Wizard and I was determined to find out which tree it was. After a while, I noticed that on one tree the leaves did not move with the slight breeze that blew through fairyland. This is the tree I thought to myself. Going to the tree, I raised my axe, and with a slicing motion, I hit the tree trunk at its base with the blade of my sharp axe.

The tree changed into a man and he screamed loudly that I had broken his leg with the blow from my axe.

I bound the man’s leg with a bandage and a wooden splint and decided to call Her Majesty Queen Feeana. A bright flash and a small puff of smoke and her Majesty stood with us in the clearing. I explained what I had done and Her Majesty asked the Wizard why he had spoiled the dance on the previous evening. The Wizard stammered a few words but I think that his leg hurt him so much that he could not really speak. I asked her Majesty to heal his leg after all; I was responsible for hurting him in this way.

Her Majesty took out her magic wand and spoke in the old language and the man’s leg healed completely. Then he told us this story, He was going through the world looking for knowledge and he had met up with Magoricus a most powerful sorcerer. We had often had trouble with Magoricus and Her Majesty had put him in his place many a time. Magoricus had used this Wizard to try to upset the fairies. It was his idea that the Wizard turn himself into a tree and use magic to make it storm and then snow, anything to upset the fairy dancing. In return, he had promised the Wizard a piece of magic gold which one needed to produce real magic. The promise of magic gold had tempted the Wizard and he had agreed to spoil the fairy dancing.

Her Majesty Queen Feeanna then took a piece of magic gold from her pocket and giving it to the man she asked him to promise never again to interfere with the fairy world. If he broke this promise the magic gold would turn bad and he would live in a nightmare all of his life. The man promised and left us in the clearing. We never saw him again and the next fairy dances went well without any interruptions.