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Blessed Flowers - Revised by =Lilith-Elina:iconLilith-Elina:





"Mom, is it true what Peter Pan said, that every time a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' one fairy dies?"
"Yes, that is true, my dear. So be careful with what you say."
"I will, I promise!"

"But, Mom... What if the last fairy dies?"
"Then this world will be a dark place, where you'll never hear a child's laughter and where even the sunshine will be cold and dangerous. Because then the world will be without magic."
"But that sounds horrible! Surely that will never happen?"
"I'm afraid it is quite possible. You know your classmates. Do you think they believe in fairies?"
"Oh... No, I think they just believe in computer games."
"See? Magic is already dying out. The only good thing is that almost no child even thinks about saying that they don't believe in fairies. There's no reason for them to do so."

"Mom, what if some evil person would bring children to say they don't believe in fairies? In a computer game, for example. Would that count?"
"You are very clever, Danny, to think of that. And I'm afraid a trick like that would count as well, because the children were still speaking the truth.“

„Now, don't look at me that way. Everything is not lost. ― Alright, I'll tell you a secret, but you must promise me that you will never tell anyone about it.“
„I promise. What is it, Mom?“
„Fairies can't really die."
"WHAT?!"
"Shh, be quiet, my love! Imagine the wrong people get to hear this... Listen to me. When a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' then a fairy will cease to exist in its present form. Instead, the fairy's powers will come to live inside a flower, until this flower is touched by loving hands."
"How is that done?"
"You know fairies like to live in flowers. When the body dies, the magic stays in the flower where the fairy had once resided. And when a person who believes in faries caresses that flower, the fairy will come to life again."
"So all I have to do is go and stroke flowers and the fairies will come back?"
"In principle yes, but keep in mind that there are people who don't want the fairies to live. Many adults don't accept magic in their world. Maybe they would find out about this secret if we started to obviously stroke every flower we see. Who knows what they would do to prevent that."
"Ok, then I'll be very careful and only do it from time to time."
"That is very wise of you, my son."
"Thank you, Mom. I'm so glad you shared this secret with me. We'll never let the fairies die out, won't we?"
"No, my dear, we won't."
©2009-2010 =Lilith-Elina
:iconlilith-elina:

Author's Comments

This is a revised version of one of my first deviations ([link]). I did this for a workshop at *Writers-Workshop ([link]). Actually, I wrote a "Twisted Story", but in it I referred to my idea of the blessed flowers, and reading that story again I disliked it. It was too difficult to read, thus I decided to change it a bit, which turned out to be another workshop ([link]). And we were allowed to choose more than one. :D
Here's the other story: [link]

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The story still consists only of dialogue, because I stick to my original idea of giving the reader a chance to imagine the setting. I hope that everyone has some memories of their childhood; of a parent telling a story, be it out in a park, at home in bed, or in the car on the way into the holidays. That's where a conversation like this one fits in.
Share your memory with us if you like. :)

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I somehow imagined a kitchen where the mother is preparing breakfast and is talking to her son who eats toast with strawberry jam. :D
Not sure what the mother prepares.

The sad thing is I can't imagine myself in this situation. I think I never was such a child or maybe I just forgot.

I enjoy nature. I don't if this counts as magic but sometimes it seems like it.

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I can't really remember the old version of this story. But it seems that it was there for over two years now.
Strange!

On the other hand this version was very easy to read. :)

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Now I have to go. I need food for the weekend and a picture for today.

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Be yourself. Only better.
:iconlilith-elina:
A kitchen would be a good background, too. :)

I have only memories of my grandmother sitting between me and my sister in the car, singing songs for the Easter bunny around Easter. :D
Still, I would set this story in the botanical garden, though I've never been there as a child.

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Why's that strange?

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We're the people, the happy with the broken hearts,
The ones who draw a picture and proclaim that it's art.

(Johnossi)

Betray your heart with logic
:iconmondsplitter:
Because I thought that I knew everything you produced.

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Be yourself. Only better.
:iconlilith-elina:
Ah, I see. Maybe you've forgotten...

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We're the people, the happy with the broken hearts,
The ones who draw a picture and proclaim that it's art.

(Johnossi)

Betray your heart with logic

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