Once upon a time there was a lonely fairy living in a three trunk by himself. He had soft wings sporting his back and pointy ears proving his specie and his body in general was short and lean. He was beautiful. Every fairy was, as their nature required it. But he wasn't beautiful enough, because if everyone was just that, no one was. That was how his train of thoughts contained of, being more than his fellow fairy tribe. It was all he could ever think about - and that led to the fact he had no friends.
Years went past before he discovered the Book of Spells, and his georgous facial features had changed drastically. Without being able of taking care of himself as he was blinded by desperation of finding a merely mythical Book, he had lost himself to the polar nature of a fairy - his beauty was gone.
But the Book was in his possession, and that was all he needed.
Reading page after page he searched for the source that even made mermaids to shame, and he was determined he would find it.
"By the laws of Mother Nature, where is it?" he muttered and stroked his beard tenderly.
Despite his impatient gestures he continued reading every and each page there were, and reaching his hundredth one he knew he had not searched in vain.
"There!" the fairy cheered.
He read the potion several times before catching the ingredients. He was finally to be extraordinary! Each item was brought forward and dealt with before throwing everything inside a black kettle over a minor fire he had created to this special occasion.
It read that the one of the wish had to speak the lines of the Spell while dancing around the fire and think hard of what he was hoping for.
As the wind grew harder, he started his chanting,
"From the nature each of us came,
with love and beauty to tame
To the nature each of us return,
with greed and blood to burn
And now we give you our endlessly beauty to use!
But beware, greed will arrive and luck will you refuse!"
The context was odd to the fairy, but he was past oblivion to care for the silly nonsense rhyme and so the Spell was completed without thinking about anything other than his own greedy wish.
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The Fairy and the Book of Spells #Wattys2015
NouvellesHe wanted to be more than a commoner, to be seen more than one and so the fairy started listening to the rumours of a book that would contain more than his life worth. Greed, want and need got him blinded, and with his hunger came his fate. To be b...
