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chapter 6: A blue shine to a bright star. Or, a Mirror chapter
What a fairy fears the most is to lose control. There are so many ends that must meet. Too keep everything in its rightful place is a hard job, it is always the head fairies job and soon it would be hers. The world is like an intricate woven blanket, every thread has a meaning a color that is needed in the right place to create a bigger picture, the thread does not know of its fate or what meaning it has in the big picture, but the woman that weaves she knows and she knows if she loses that one thread she will mess up the whole blanket.
It was a very clear bright evening. Many years before all of the things we have heard in this story ever happened. Before most people had ever considered that there might one day be a Queen named Eva or two girls with the names Ozma and Regina, most people didn’t consider them, most human people that is. The evening air flowed coolly through the open window. The dark of the night was slow to come with these clear skies. But the first few stars were visible high above. A Lady in her Tower window gazed at the brightest one and her grip on her pencil loosened, as her mind wandered far back in time. To better times, or maybe just easier ones.
Blue had off course not always been Blue. You see, a fairy must earn her colors. Once she had been the Yellow fairy that was after her first communion. Off course before that, she had been a White fairy like all fairies are in their beginnings. But as Yellow, she had led a carefree life tending to the happiness of people and binding happy endings together where ever she could, that was her job then as a fairy. Busy bees they were her and her fellow fairies. There were always lots of knots to untie and endings to tie with other endings, but she was always happy with her work. One day Yellow met a fairy from another world. That fairy had flown in to do business with the head fairy of Yellows world and Yellow had met her by coincidence, she was one of the hot shots. Off course Yellow had been able to tell by her color, she was a Blue. Perhaps she was even head fairy in the world she came from. The Blue Fairy had flown up too Yellow and asked her if she knew a good flower too sleep in for the night, since she was not going back to her own land until a couple of days later. And Yellow had boldly asked her to join her in her flower. The Blue fairy had accepted. They had had fun together, drinking a couple of bottles of Nectar and the Blue fairy had had too much, so she was kind of tipsy and had revealed the real reason she was there, she had been summoned by the fairy court to a hearing regarding the way she handled the government of her own world. “The fairy court is worried Im too loose with the laws and that I let too many things go flying free in the wind. But Fate doesn’t always know Yellow.. sometimes.. I think Fate is wrong, just wrong.. they are happier when they can choose for themselves Yellow” Yellow had not known exactly what Blue fairy was talking about that night and she had been grateful when Blue fairy had fallen asleep so she herself could get some rest from all that talk of Fate.
(Edited febuary 12) There was a bluish shine about the trees and the ground outside this evening. “The blue hour” she had heard it named. Many names and melancholic songs were written that fitted this night and indeed her mood too. Blue looks at the black water surface of the little pond outside her window. when she was a white fairy she had always enjoyed swimming in the ponds with her friends. she had found it fun to dip her chin and nose just below the surface so she could see both above and under the water at the same time, and if she did it just right she would also be able to see the sky and her own eyes and face be reflected in the water, like a mirror on water reflecting the opposite, this way it was like seeing the whole world at the glimpse of an eye, she had thought. She looked at the black pond now, from her window in the tower and wondered what was underneath the black mirror surface reflecting nothing. Blue caught herself and tried to put her mind back on her work. She had no time for her white girl-dreams now, no time for sports or play. This lady, she must now steadily weave her work. A good fairy she was. But she felt her mind wander back in time again though this time only too a few years earlier.
Yellow had earned a new color and could now call herself Blue she was not head fairy yet, but worked closely together with Old Blue Fairy. One day the old head fairy would be retiring and there by handing over the responsibility of this world to Blue. When working in the government of a world a fairy can call herself a Star, because she works high up, and usually a Star takes to the skies to do business..There had been talk in Blues world of one of the other worlds having a dying Star.. When a Star is dying you see its light turn into an intense small white mass, when all the used or lost magic energy collects itself again. Until it releases, expands and blows up.. Then it sucks itself and everything surrounding it into a forever sucking, forever yearning, asking, black nothing.. a hole that can never be filled. Blue knew, that the dying world they talked about was her old friend’s and that her friend was that dying Star, Her friend had used up all the magic of that world in a desperate attempt to keep the ends meeting. Blue had thought to herself how her friend, the Blue Fairy from the other world, should not have let go of the tight grip on all of her threads.. then she would have been safe and not have become disgraced in death with the name- a Black Fairy.
A fairy needs to hold the control. Blue thought of Old Blue Fairy, the fairy Godmothers words to her this morning before they began the day’s work. “A fairy must be everywhere my child, from within the smallest flower to the big universe surrounding us. We must sit in every flower bed and have our eyes among the stars to remain in control. Fate is written in the stars my child. We must be the ones to read it, to make sure it all happens in the right way. It is like a recipe. Fate is the artist, we are the weavers, the world will grow cold if we do not do our job right” ..If a fairy gives the control up for the mortals too choose their own fate, chaos will insure. Her long dead friend was evidence of that. Blue knew, that now that she was the one weaving the threads together, she was the one with the control. She tightened her grip on the pencil and held it steady over the paper pages of a big brown book she was writing in. “It is written in the stars” she told herself as she put down the words of her tale. A fairies tale, of a little baby girl that one day far from now would be born to save everyone in this world and help Blue carry them all into the next.