I will post various short stories I wrote or ongoing:)
The first one his an intro to a series of Fairy Miri adventures:)
Put on your child heart and read on:)
The story that began it all!
MIRI AND THE GARDENER
Copyright ©1998 By MC2U Miles
The sun shines on the magic forest.
It also shines on a giant oak tree, many centuries
old.It’s in this tree that Miri’s family lives.
Miri is a young Fairy, she’s very small, barely a
few centimeters like all the fairies of her race.
Miri loves that tree with the many cavities sculpted
with art and dedication. But with the respect for
the survival of the living tree, of course.
The problem is that poor Miri is suffering from a
mysterious illness. The magician healer was very
upset. He had never encountered any such sickness
before. He searched the memory books left by
previous magician-healers to no avail unfortunately.
The little fairy, courageously continued to believe, in spite of her suffering, that she would heal. Winter was long for little Miri who, from her bed entertained her friends. She could not stand sorrow so she kept her moral up. With spring came a hope, as fragile as the eggs in the nest.
The healer had discovered a cure. But it was the powder that rests on the wings of butterflies. Hundreds maybe even thousands of butterflies,would be needed to harvest sufficient quantities for the medicine for Miri. Miri’s father was at the inn with his friend. He was discussing the problem of which no one seemed to know the solution. It was a sad day for Miri’s father.
A stranger seated at a neighboring table, approached them discreetly as the custom prescribes. He told Miri’s father;
”I think I can help heal your daughter”.
“Stranger, if you can accomplish that, I’ll give you everything you want”
“I have no need for everything, all I need is work.”
“are you a healer?”
“No a gardener, if you hire me I guarantee that your daughter will be healed by the end of summer.”
The honest tone and truthful gaze in the eyes of the gardener convinced Miri’s father to give him a chance. He had nothing to lose and Miri all to win…
From her window, Miri looked at the gardener work, an old man with the precise movements acquired along a lifetime dedicated to the love of plants. The gardener planted lilac trees in many shades. He even planted unknown plants, bushes and flowers with strange, mysterious names that brings visions of exotic places.
The old man told Miri that soon, he assured her, it would translate into a symphony of colors and textures that will perfume the air. He had such a pleasurable expression as he said it, that Miri was certain “HE” could smell it already. Miri observed as the young sprout escaped the soil, as the tender green shoots grew. Soon flower buds appeared followed by the most beautiful blooms.
The gossipers were having a good time. “Shameful, he buys himself a garden while his daughter, poor girl, lay sick and all. Shameful, I tell you.”
Then one warm day, attracted by the selected flowers butterflies came, more and more of them kept coming to invade the garden. The gardener installed a lawn chairs in the clearing and installed Miri comfortably in it.
Miri received a shower of the powder falling from the wings of the butterflies. The powder was of many colors shining in the sun. The rays of the sun reflected in the fine powder.
The clearing was bathed in the light and in that light Miri’s healing… In a week Miri was cured. Her delicate wings shone brightly again. Her face had regained her healthy colors and above all her smile was resplendent.
And this is how Miri got her name:
“MIRI THE BUTTERFLY FAIRY”
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