through the silent snow, they are wispy and slight, being both magical
a whisper the fairies
songs drifted over the primordial mountain
forests before disappearing into the thick blanket of snow which
sound, leaving the high mountains shrouded in silence.
Kivi couldn’t hear the fairies song from his buried beneath
the thick winters fall, but the stone fairy knew it was
there. He knew the trees were dancing with the water nyx’s.
That the sprites and kobolds were playing and that the fauns were
chasing them all.
Ever curious about the lives and secrets the of other fairies Kivi
ghosted up through the snow to spy on their play. As the sunlight
playfully kissed his face the trees whispered of his coming warning the
ravens who tired of his pranks circled high into the sky. Kivi sighed,
he couldn’t get away with much anymore. A
young birch tree laughed at his dismay as she danced around him.
"Yes, yes,” Kivi groaned, “its all very
The birch tree turned raucous with her laughter and Kivi rolled his
eyes as he climbed the young birch to get a better view of the elves
“Strange aren’t they?” The tree told him
as she climbed up beside
beside him. “Their bodies are like animals so they have to
like little prisons for themselves.”
“I don’t know,” Kivi disagreed as evening
turned to twilight turning the sky pink. “I think it seems
rather freeing. They can build their homes wherever they want
always be right here no matter how much we might wish to move it closer
to somewhere else.”
The Young Birch joined their cries of fear fear and vanished inside
herself as Grandfather frost stretched out his hand again and painted
the landscape with crystals that shined pink in the red twilight.
Another tree collapsed with a scream, than another and another. The
fairies groaned in pain as they felt the cold cracking their wood and
for the first time they truly feared the coming of the cold night.
guess so,” the birch tree conceded as the
shrieks of an angry north wind starting to drown out her voice. Another
heavy gust swept the snow against her bare branches causing her to
shiver. “Its so cold,” she complained.
“Shhh,” Kivi scowleded at her.
“Grandfather Frost is coming, you don’t want him to
hear you complain about being cold.”
Grandfather frost was already there, riding on his wife the North
Wind. He stretched out his hand and painted the land with an ever
thicker layer of frost, freezing the water in the trees. An ancient
birch tree groaned with pain then cracked just once before collapsing
in an explosion of splintered wood and ice. The tree’s soul
agony as it died and the other fairies screamed with fear as they
rushed back towards their trees.
Only the ancient Oak stood strong against Grandfather Frost, from atop
her tree she tried to keep the land warm but there was little she could
Kivi leapt up beside her causing her frozen branches to groan with
protest under his weight.
“What can I do to help?” He asked her.
“Very little I’m afraid,” she told him,
“since Grandfather Frost has remarried the North Wind I fear
there’s going to be another Ice Age and soon the Glaciers
shall cover these lands again.”