Fairytale Collection - Chapter 10

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Sat, 02 Aug 2025

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Fairytale Collection

A Novel

By Paul McCann

Chapter 10

Fairies Of The Wishing Well

Over the hills I galloped on a horse at the break of day . Suddenly the horse changed direction , spooked by a clanging sound . As the horse reared up in the air , I fell out of the saddle . The horse bolted and I fell to the ground . As I lay there unconscious strange things I did see and hear when I was suddenly surrounded by fairies at a wishing well there in the meadow . I became aware of life in a mystical sense as the beauty of springtime arrived . .
The season of new life had appeared like a mist all around and the warmth of the sun chased away the chill of winters breath that disappeared into Mother nature’s secret closet in the sky . Around the meadows sat trees and bushes , with their flowers and fruits waiting for the gathering time .In the early sunrise , branches and bushes stood draped with the mystic silk of the sunrise as dewdrops sparkled on the leaves like diamonds in the liquid sunlight .
The dark night had left and the soft colours of spring had painted a masterly picture of enchantment around the mountain meadows for anyone to gaze upon and wasn’t it grand to hear the birds all singing joyfully for the ears of the corn that stood in the fields waiting for the gathering time .
In the meadow where a wishing well sat near to the river where fish were leaping in and out of the water blankets of buttercups put on a colourful show for the fairies who lived inside the wishing well .
Some of the fairies were talking about the gathering time that was coming . Some of the fairies were getting excited about the springtime festivals and picnic days that were coming soon . The keeper of wishes was getting ready to consult with the granter of wishes who was speaking to the King of the meadow who had to meet with the High Mountain king who ruled over secret realm who was waiting for the gathering time .
The High King had already sent orders all over fairyland that it was time for wishes to be made . The fairies of the fields spread the news about the gathering to all fairies around the wishing well .
All the fairies of fairy meadow were invited as were the mountain meadow fairies . It was time to gather at the well and receive the new seasons magic . All the fairies were excited about the magic that was happening around the meadows . There were happy noises of creatures calling and melodic singing of the birds echoing through the lush fields and forests where a harvest of fruit and crops awaited their gathering .
Wishes from the hearts and minds of children were floating through the air and falling into the wishing well . Secret thoughts were escaping from the corners of reality in the daily grind hoping to find an answer . There were enchanted dreams floating on the breeze as people everywhere were asleep in their homes.
The warmth of good memories walked among the meadows from places far away to share a few stories about a magic time that had been spent by many of the old folk who lived in the towns and villages around the mountain . There was a lot of magic in the air and the fairy gathering was starting to happen .
All around the wishing well the fairies had gathered . I was able to see the happy faces of all those who had their wishes granted .
The smiles on their faces were a delight to see and there was an energy that arrived bringing a sense of wonder for all who were at the gathering .
I was unable to speak . All I could was observe the fairy gathering . I saw ideas and new inventions arriving like seeds being carried on the wings of fairies who were whisked away from the meadows to the mountain and beyond .
There were whispers that came on a mist that kissed me on the cheek and I hear someone speak to me about the days to come when everyone in the world would be able to live as one happily ever after .
I saw green glades turning into city streets and tall trees that lost their leaves as they were blown away by the seasons of life and there was a time when children came to play in the fields where hay had been stacked in meadows that were washed away in a flood .
The fairies came and danced in the dawn and build castles in the sky . I watched the fairies gathering around the meadows making dreams come true and sewing them in living tapestries for the people to enjoy .
The wishes of many were made in the wishing well and stories came from elsewhere on gossamer threads stitched to the patches in time that laid bare the unspoken truth of legends that had slept for a long time without being seen or heard by anyone .
In mists of time that fell on the land the fairies brought their gold and placed it into the wishing well , Then in all the fairy gatherings pots of gold were brought to the wishing well that had inherited a massive wealth of magic that would be used to grant the wished of many generations who were to come .. In many fairy meadows , more and more holes were being dug and mor and more wishing wells were made .
People came and built their homes and the planting of crops filled many fields where communities gathered and lives were made . Still the fairies gathered and spread their magic in the soft light and in the gloom . Wishes were still being granted and
pots of gold were still being carried and placed into wishing wells in mountain meadows all over the land .
As I awoke and felt a bump on my head I thought to myself . I wish my horse was here and, in that moment, it came galloping across the fields to where I lay and I slowly got to my feet and mounted up and rode away as fast as I could to tell everyone I knew about the things I had just see . .