Medieval Protectors

My silence has been kept for many years like Pandora's box, awaiting to unleash its furry on the world we inhabit today. If the truth is what drives a sane man mad, then so be it. What we see wouldnt hurt us, its the matter of what we dont. A dream changed my thoughts for the future it led me to see what my eyes were blind to - Fairies. Medieval protectors of Gardens, hidden under the undergrowth they see us but we never see them, until she appeared. Fair winter like skin, hair that resembled streaks of fire. Her dress was like a garden itself, autumn leaves and dried flowers. What was the most indescribable was her eyes, they were full of wonder and curiosity. The size o my palms she was, A spirit? I couldnt make my mind up. The magical world had been unravelled to my unworthy eyes, there I sat in my rose patch staring at what seemed to be the evidence that would contradict science. I was speechless, emotions flooded to me and clearly I was drowning. My eyes spontaneously shut and my head felt the soft ground of my grandmother's garden.