The Darkness of Real had been gathering for weeks, sapping the Wee One's
energy. It encased Tintagel in an earthly gloom and foreboding. All the creatures of
Tintagel were shrinking in stature and strength under the evil spirit. The Wee
One was confused by her inability to fly freely, but did her best to continue.
Suddenly, lightening bolts began to dart down onto the Meadow, into the tree tops of the Little Wood. They reached their fiery fingers into the Dell, frightening everyone. It removed their magic powers. The Darkness of Real began to take over the very heart of Tintagel. The Wee One was caught between heaven and earth as she flitted to find her friends. She fell like a stone, illuminated by the lightening bolts, that would not stop. The storm showed no mercy for Tintagel or it's gentle creatures.
The fae landed with a bump near an outcropping of cottoneaster that grew on the margin between the meadow and the Forest of Real. She heard a cry of fear coming from deep within the prickly bushes. Peering into the thicket she saw a tiny quivering ball of gray fur.
Quickly she walked between the thorns moving deeper and deeper into the thicket. In the very heart of the prickly web she found Willowby the rabbit. "Oh, do come out Willowby, before you injure yourself in the thorns," she pleaded.
"I'm afraid," he squeaked.
"Please don't be afraid, Willowby. Lightening can't really hurt you in Tintagel, unless you let it. This is a world of imagination and love. If we fear, then the fear will grow. We make our own reality here, pay it no heed," she said stroking his furry paw.
The rabbit wanted to believe the fae but could not move, his fear had so overtaken his common sense. "I will stay with you, Willowby but you know the fear will grow if we do not face it. Come, let's face it together," she pleaded. "I promise to stay with you."
Slowly, Willowby moved through the thicket trying not to catch his fur on the thorns. Every now and then he would wince as his fur was caught. He moved forward following the fae, not knowing what else to do. Finally the pair found themselves on the edge of the meadow, as the thunder crashed and rumbled overhead. The rabbit looked as if he wanted to return to the thicket but suddenly stiffened his resolve.
The Wee One and Willowby sat silently watching the dancing bolts of light. Neither said a word for some minutes. Finally the rabbit asked what they were to do. "Nothing," the fae replied.
"Nothing?" Willowby quizzed.
"Hmmmmmm, it will look like nothing but it is really something very important."
"What is that?" The rabbit said with a tremble in his voice.
"We are going to face the fear and let it move through us, Willowby. It looks simple but it is sometimes very difficult because you want to run away. To run would be silly for the fear would just find you again. It is best to just face it and get it over with, Willowby."
As the two friends sat watching, the lightening bolts began to move off far over the Land of Real. "Do we have to stay here forever, Wee One?"
"No, I think it is time to go about our lives now, Willowby. The thing has gone and we have faced it together. Let's go play in the meadow. Last one there is a mud pie."
Suddenly, lightening bolts began to dart down onto the Meadow, into the tree tops of the Little Wood. They reached their fiery fingers into the Dell, frightening everyone. It removed their magic powers. The Darkness of Real began to take over the very heart of Tintagel. The Wee One was caught between heaven and earth as she flitted to find her friends. She fell like a stone, illuminated by the lightening bolts, that would not stop. The storm showed no mercy for Tintagel or it's gentle creatures.
The fae landed with a bump near an outcropping of cottoneaster that grew on the margin between the meadow and the Forest of Real. She heard a cry of fear coming from deep within the prickly bushes. Peering into the thicket she saw a tiny quivering ball of gray fur.
Quickly she walked between the thorns moving deeper and deeper into the thicket. In the very heart of the prickly web she found Willowby the rabbit. "Oh, do come out Willowby, before you injure yourself in the thorns," she pleaded.
"I'm afraid," he squeaked.
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"Please don't be afraid, Willowby. Lightening can't really hurt you in Tintagel, unless you let it. This is a world of imagination and love. If we fear, then the fear will grow. We make our own reality here, pay it no heed," she said stroking his furry paw.
The rabbit wanted to believe the fae but could not move, his fear had so overtaken his common sense. "I will stay with you, Willowby but you know the fear will grow if we do not face it. Come, let's face it together," she pleaded. "I promise to stay with you."
Slowly, Willowby moved through the thicket trying not to catch his fur on the thorns. Every now and then he would wince as his fur was caught. He moved forward following the fae, not knowing what else to do. Finally the pair found themselves on the edge of the meadow, as the thunder crashed and rumbled overhead. The rabbit looked as if he wanted to return to the thicket but suddenly stiffened his resolve.
The Wee One and Willowby sat silently watching the dancing bolts of light. Neither said a word for some minutes. Finally the rabbit asked what they were to do. "Nothing," the fae replied.
"Nothing?" Willowby quizzed.
"Hmmmmmm, it will look like nothing but it is really something very important."
"What is that?" The rabbit said with a tremble in his voice.
"We are going to face the fear and let it move through us, Willowby. It looks simple but it is sometimes very difficult because you want to run away. To run would be silly for the fear would just find you again. It is best to just face it and get it over with, Willowby."
As the two friends sat watching, the lightening bolts began to move off far over the Land of Real. "Do we have to stay here forever, Wee One?"
"No, I think it is time to go about our lives now, Willowby. The thing has gone and we have faced it together. Let's go play in the meadow. Last one there is a mud pie."
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