The New Fairy Queen

Once upon a time there was a little girl who was born in a dungeon to a fairy princess who was kept by an evil sorcerer. The princess didn’t know who she was. Hence, the little girl didn’t know who she was either. In truth, the sorcerer thought he was an average man, and he had no idea that he walked around casting evil spells on the whole house with a simple word. It came to pass, one day, that the princess realized she must find some way to escape from the sorcerer and get away from the dungeon in which she lived. She knew there was a place where the sun shines and rain falls. She had a faint remembrance of it, though it had been many years since she saw the sunlight or tasted the rain...and she was under a deep and dark enchantment. She seemed almost lost and drowning, all at once, as she began to dig a tunnel beneath the outer wall with a rusty spoon. She spent days or months or years, tunneling. While she did thus, the little girl grew. She grew into a beautiful maiden. Growing in the shadow of the dark magic made her secretly afraid and outwardly brave. She feared she may be cursed for life by the same spell that had bound her mother for a lifetime. She held her head high and turned a stiff shoulder when her mother touched her, as if to say “I am strong and need no words of encouragement.” In truth, the maiden WAS very strong. She needed no encouragement, for she knew the words of the charms her mother spoke over her while she slept, the words her mother spoke with hope to save her child from the darkness that was her own dungeon. The maiden knew all these truths. They were engraven upon her heart. Yet, she was secretly afraid. She wasn’t sure if the sorcerer would follow her and find her, no matter where she went. She was afraid she may never really be free of the dark magic. She was afraid the darkness was inside of her, as well, and that there was no use trying to leave it behind. Her mother stood watching and hoping as the maiden spread her wings and flew away into the sunlight. The maiden was beautiful and strong. She was free...but not. From time to time she saw shadows of the sorcerer, but questioned her visions. She wondered if it was simply her imagination. She hoped it was just a ghost from her almost forgotten memories. Each time she looked again, to try to see more clearly, the image faded and she felt more uncertain than before. Her mother, now old and fading, called to her from far away- warning the maiden to stay far above the ground. The maiden didn’t know it, but dark magicians cannot fly. Part of their power is aimed at drawing beautiful girls down into their darkness, into their secret places, where truth is hidden and buried, where some things are spoken only in whispers. As the maiden came closer to see what was truly moving below her, she saw love, or something very similar, in the face of a handsome man who cast a spell upon her with a glance. As she fell, she began to remember how darkness feels. She had only a vague memory of the dungeon now, but there was something newly unsettled in her heart. The warmth of the sun was fading too and she suddenly realized she felt nothing. No fear. No strength. No joy. No sorrow. She was numb. This was the beginning of dying. She didn’t know it, though. Her mother did...and, at great risk in exposing her own secret hiding place, her old mother called out to the beloved daughter with a feeble breath. With eternal hope, she spoke this courage: My daughter, you are, by virtue of your maternal birthright, a young queen; and by the token of your patriarchal line, you are enchanted! The strongest attributes of both your parents flow within you and you are a Royal Enchantress. Rise! Rise from the depths of your solitude and realize who you truly are! As the words of this protective charm pierced the heart of the falling young fairy queen, something awakened in her that she hadn’t known was there. Something in her opened; a new understanding of strength and truth. She suddenly understood and knew that Love keeps no prisoners. Love tells no lies. Love draws near without pushing away. Love is unafraid to be revealed. Love has no reason to be ashamed. Whatever is hidden, whatever is stolen, whatever is counterfeit is not Love and has no power. The power of enlightened enchantment, the real power of Love is Truth. She knew her truth, finally! It made her free! She was alone, but she was free. Her mother greatly rejoiced as she stood high on the ledge of a great mountain and waved long, as her magnificent daughter, the heiress to thrones, dominions, powers and principalities, soared through the skies to her eternal exaltation, where there awaited for her The King who had been searching the skies for her arrival for many days. The King who had been preparing himself and making ready the wedding feast against the time his queen would find her way home to him; His arms open wide to receive her to his bosom, not to bind her or hide her or trap her in the dark, but to bless her and lift her into the light to be filled with joy exultant forever and ever without end. ~~THE BEGINNING~~