She was fighting alone against a huge dragon. Sometimes she seemed to be able to tame the dragon to her will, sometimes she was on the point of being eaten by him and I didn´t know what to do. I was feeling so helpless that tears started streaming down my face. They transformed into crystals. Crystals that contained little beings. They were my fairy powers and I gave them to the girl. She smiled and the dragon was tamed.
When I woke up my mother was gone.
I spent this last month learning about myself.
I often looked in the little fairy mirror that my mother gave me but this time not to discover about the others. I wanted to know more about myself. I wanted to explore every feeling, every mood, every thought I have to finally understand what it was that made me so unhappy. All my life I looked for something whithout exactly knowing what it was. And now it was there, in front of me. It was the missing part of my soul.
I think it will take my life time to be completely aware of my double nature but it doesn´t scare me anymore. I am what I am and my powers come from my deepest place. If I can´t control myself I´ll never be able to use them properly.
I was completely buried in this thoughts when my mother came out of the reflecting surface of the lake. The full moon was like a lamp switched on and the waters were mirroring it in a million little wavering lights. It really looked like in a fairy tale. And maybe it was.
-Mum – I said after a few moments – I want to know more about the fairy world. I want to go there. I need to know more about my magic side.
- The fairy world is everywhere – said she – Fairies prefer to live far away from the cities, in woods and forests but it is not uncommon to find them around humans, in their garden or in their fireplaces. It is just that, normally, humans can´t see us.
- Normally? Are there people that can see fairies?
- Yes. Little children for example, before they forget how to watch things, or very sensitive persons like...
- Like my father.
- Yes, like your father – she whispered blushing.
She was so beautiful, my mother. Impossible to resiste her if only one was able to see her.
-We met in front of a wild rosegarden – she continued after a while – White roses they were, and your father saw me. His eyes on me were a caress softer than the roses´ petals. I will never forget it. Never.
A gentle breese moved our hair and souls: it brought with the scent of the roses. And suddenly I could see the three fairies sitting near us. They seemed to know my mother and they looked a bit alike.
I was not afraid. They were smiling and I smiled back.
(Tales from the Mirror - Forth Moon)
