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A Faeries Love

... regretfully, she began the trip home. But as she got closer to her tree home, she began to hear the trees whispering. As she got closer the sounds became more clear - there was trouble on the edge of the forest! She raced to see what was going on, and to her horror she began to see a thick black column of smoke coming from up ahead. It was a fire! She sped full speed to the scene of the disaster to see the carnage for herself. Dozens of her friends the trees had already been consumed and many more were threatened. She raced about trying to see what she could do, when suddenly she saw something that made her faerie blood run cold. Her human friend was right in front of a wall of fire doing his very best to help put the blaze out! And what's worse, the fire knew what he was doing and was trying to encircle him so he would be trapped and burned alive! She had to do something! Tra' syl raced back into the forest to summon help. Calling on all the woodland creatures, she brought an army back to the scene and together they all battled the fire until it finally exhausted its fuel supply and died out. As the smoke cleared, Tra' syl surveyed the damage. Many of her tree friends had fallen, some were scorched but would survive. And then - OH NO! Her human! He had fallen fighting the fire too! Tra' syl raced to his side and flittered above him, hoping to see some sign that he was still alive but saw nothing. She was frantic! The other woodland creatures came to his side as well and ...

... the deer nuzzled him trying to rouse him. But nothing was working. Sad that their friend, the faerie, had suffered such a devastating loss, the woodland animals carried the body of the human who had helped them back to the clearing where Tra' syl had met him. They laid him down gently and Tra' syl stayed with him. Tra' syl stayed right by her human's side until she heard and rustle of leaves behind her. She was too upset to even turn around and see who it was. Then she felt a hand resting lightly on her shoulder. She turned to see Bael Vannain - the Guardian Spirit of the Forest behind her. She rose quickly and turned to him. "Oh great Bael, please help him. He has fallen fighting for our forest! The Great Blackness has him in its grip! Please help him, I beseech thee!" she said, kneeling before him. She took the delicate but strong emerald skinned hand and kissed it in reverence. He took her hand and helped her to stand. "Rise my dear Tra' syl, rise. You have done the forest a great service today and in years past. I cannot make any promises, but I will do what I can for your friend here," he said. Tra' syl looked up into the face of the Guardian - a tall, thinly built, but very powerful individual with long graying hair and beard and emerald skin, wrinkled with age. He wore a long white robe so long he appeared to have no feet. Bael Vannain smiled, and despite the emerald skin, could almost pass for a human were it not for the fact that he was a spirit and therefore had no ...