TALES THAT ARE NOT TALES

Magic Jungle

When not believe in magic, it is complicated to see beings who hold these gifts. It was not his case, by contrast, believed in magic, in creatures who practice in places that are suitable for spells.

So I knew that go into the Valdiviana Jungle would be an adventure that surpasses the tour guide's description: endless habitat coniferous trees and high rainfall regimes, trimmed floors ferns, and orchids.

It was the beginning of the summer, so the humidity was high and kept the temperature did not exceed twenty degrees lower is because if something does not enter the jungle copiously is the sun. The walk did not bother her, and then enter the path a few meters uphill, suddenly he saw. First, they seemed strange blue insects swarming along the way, but looked well and smiled at the realization of the error. A group that was among a grove of young myrtles, no more than 3 meters tall and bushy with many branches per trunk, walked fearfully. She stood very still, but the steps listening to, so the small forest income somewhat is hidden from view, which does not walk looking carefully, mainly because the trail was covered by ferns.

There could see them taking off their magic, you fairy blue, a shiny blue, and flashy flying around. On the flight, they spilled shiny dust-like pollen. He sat on a log and stood there listening fly without knowing their language and understanding everything he told about the history of these mountains. Accompanied her to the shore of a lake so he could see small crabs and shoals of fry they reached the beach, they led to the jump of a stream unvisited because they can not be located among the trees, and watched her from the most exclusive height of a cliff, the immensity of lakes and snowy mountains. He could see more orchids he knew, varieties of ferns he never saw.

As the sun began its way to the night horizon, accompanied her to the route, return knowing that tomorrow could repeat the magic, only if she was willing.