"One memorale scene was when she baked a cake, a round cake with vanilla and chocolate flavors. Every time she or anyone else baked it, the whole house smelled delicious, sweet, warm, like a hug. It was something of a family recipe, from a book, but everyone in the family learned it: a bundt cake. While she was baking, she accidentally put ten times more pure cacao inside. Everyone was shocked when they tasted it, and many disliked it, blaming her. But her father ate the whole cake, saying it was delicious and he even liked the bitter taste. His recognition and praise were like a bandage to the other words she had heard from the rest of the family.
As she grew up, she began to withdraw from socializing and dream of her own world. Guided by her soul's instinct, she started to meditate and, through that, see things others rarely did. One instance was when she sat in a church where people were praying, her family among them. Staring into space, she noticed two winged beings with spears standing guard, their faces expressionless. Were they guarding against something, or were they checking something? She never spoke of these things, simply observing if they would appear again.
She began reading more about strange beings from books, and her interest in myths grew: Egyptian, Greek, Asian, ghosts, paranormal. She found a book about fairy beings and drew symbols in her room, but felt something was missing. She read more, fascinated. She found stories about dragons and painted a large dragon on her wall.
Her family noticed her interests, and some judged her, forcing her to hide them more. Walking in the woods, she thought of other dimensions from books, and everything seemed close. Once, she found a coin from the 1400s, the years slightly unclear. Closing her eyes, she touched it. When she opened them, she saw soldiers walking up the hill, carrying brightly colored things. They wore unusual caps that hung down their ears and curved, moon-shaped knives. Their faces were bearded and dark-skinned. Who were they? Why did no one else see them? Why could she?
She started reading about people's experiences with gray, ghost-like sightings, discovering that some people researched these phenomena, believing human or animal souls walked among the living, unseen. This was the start of her recognizing there was more than others said, even if talking about it was taboo. While many talked about God and books about Him, they disliked beings mentioned in the same books. They spoke of many things, yet did not see or hear what they should. She silently followed human teachings, keeping her sightings secret.
But she kept meditating, dreaming of other worlds, and filling her mind with dreamy pictures from books."
By meditating, she found herself once more at the abyss. Though her purpose was lost to her, she continued to meditate, and in that stillness, she grew. This time, she was alone, and the world seemed to expand, allowing her to recall glimpses of her previous travels.
During meditation, she began to see fragmented pieces of missing memories, though they seemed nonsensical at the time.
Yet, delving deeper into these visions fueled her passion to learn more. She channeled this passion into books and mysteries, eager to uncover hidden stories.
When she discovered a book of fairy symbols, she started collecting unusual, shiny stones and flowers. She gathered flowers of various colors and sizes, pressing them between sheets of paper and using heavy books as weights. The dried flowers transformed into beautiful specimens for her special book.
She meticulously collected them, attempting to identify each one, asking people for their names. However, after a few frustrating attempts, she gave up on asking adults, who seemed to lack knowledge of these botanical names. Soon, she had a book filled with her pressed flowers, a collection that no one else around her appreciated. When others began to mock her about it, she eventually decided to discard it.
In her disappointment, she threw her shiny rocks out the window and into the forest. But her books, she never discarded; she continued to hide them.
She drew vines around her bedroom window and placed a large protective sigil above it. Near the vines, she kept a drawing on the wall, a small eagle, a symbol of her inner freedom, the first animal she had felt in her inner world. She felt a profound connection to everything and found even greater joy in nature.
Her walks turned into runs through the forest, the feel of the wind in her hair exhilarating. During windstorms, she would climb to the top of the hill, allowing the wind to remind her of the feeling of freedom, a sense of power.
This connection drew her further into the magical world of elves, fairies, and other creatures. Sometimes, she would whistle with the birds, calling to them. To her surprise, one bird actually responded. She whistled again, and this continued for hours as she picked wild blueberries, some to eat and some to sell at the village market.
She needed money for her books, and this experience gave her a valuable lesson in trading at the market.
As she walked back into the forest, the lingering scent of blueberries and wildflowers filled the air. A sudden, soft melody, like tiny chimes, drifted through the trees, a sound unlike anything she'd heard before.
Curiosity piqued, she followed the sound, pushing through a curtain of thick ivy. The trees opened into a hidden glade, bathed in the warm, golden light of the late afternoon sun. And there, in the heart of the glade, a scene unfolded that made her catch her breath.
Small beings, no taller than her hand, danced in a circle, their wings shimmering with iridescent colors. They wore clothes woven from flower petals that looked like silk and shifter colors in sunlight. Their laughter, like the tinkling of tiny bells, filled the air.
In the center of the circle, tree stump held tiny goblets filled with a golden liquid that smelled of honey. They sipped and laughed, their movements fluid and graceful.
She watched, hidden behind the tree trunk, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and disbelief.
They were fairies, just as she'd read about in her books, but more vibrant, more alive than she could have ever imagined. The golden light of the setting sun painted the glade in warm hues, casting long shadows that danced with the fairies.
The air was thick with the sweet scent of honeymead and the earthy aroma of the forest.
As she watched, she noticed little bit bigger fairy in magestic silky dress and she was dissatisfied with how fairies acted and drunk into their laughter without noticing the girl that observed them. She tryed to stop them but she could not.
By that the fairy queen decided to give up and offer honeymead to the girl observing them from trunk of giant oak. She flew gently like a leaf towards the girl and invited her to drink with them a little bit. She said no, but was invited to observe the event. They trusted her. The dance and laughter continued and it was magical.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the glade in a soft, twilight glow, a wave of warmth spread through her. It wasn't just the warmth of the fading sun, but a feeling of belonging, of connection to something magical and ancient. For the first time, she felt a sense of peace, a feeling that had been missing for so long. She watched them until the last sliver of the sun disappeared, and the glade was filled with the soft glow of fireflies, the fairies still dancing, their laughter echoing through the trees.
She turned and walked back to her family home, her heart filled with a warmth that lingered long into the night,comforting warmth that spread through her like a mug of hot chocolate on a winter's night.
The familiar scent of dried herbs and her paints greeted her as she entered her room. She slipped beneath the warm blankets, the image of the dancing fairies still vivid in her mind. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes. With a cozy feeling in her heart, she drifted off to sleep, eagerly awaiting the new adventures that tomorrow might bring.