Belinda sighed. As she regarded her boring face reflected in the river’s water, she had made up her mind. She was going to Dreaming Mountain to ask the Fairy Queen to make her a fairy. She would leave her former self in a wake of magic dust and living dreams.
Belinda stood and walked along the river’s edge. The trees of the Great Forest knew the choice she had made, and the news of her decision ran along a wave of fluttering leaves, whispering with a steady, rustling breeze: Belinda, don’t go. But Belinda ignored the trees’ pleas and continued her trek for Dreaming Mountain, the Fairy Queen’s magic lair.
“Belinda,” a voice rose from the forest in a sharp whisper.
Belinda stopped, her eyes searching the countless trees. One tree’s branches suddenly moved, shocking Belinda. She then realized that they weren’t branches at all, but instead, the antlers of her good friend Goliath. Goliath was a massive elk. Goliath’s deep, burning eyes were filled with worry and dismay. Goliath looked into Belinda’s eyes, and then he lowered his head, his rack surrounding her like a giant’s reaching hands. “It’s true,” he said, “You really are leaving, aren’t you?”
“Only my blandness is leaving,” Belinda said, “When I return, I will be beautiful.”
Goliath raised his head, his eyes filling with more worry. “Return? As a fairy, you will not return.”
“Why not?” she said. “Just because I’ll be beautiful and able to move like the wind, it does not mean I’ll forget my old friends and not come back.”
“You will not return. With the birth of a new fairy, my friend will be gone.”
“Oh, Goliath, when I see you again, I’ll be so beautiful that the joy upon seeing me won’t even be contained in your mighty body.”
“Often, I have wondered what it would be like to be a hunter and not the hunted, but I would never choose to be a wolf,” Goliath said.
“My mind is set, Goliath. The Fairy Queen will answer all my wishes. Why aren’t you happy for your friend?”
“My friend is an elf, and she is leaving, and I am sad to see her go.”
“Oh Goliath, I’ll be back soon, and when I return, you’ll see that I was right.” Belinda hugged Goliath’s thick, sturdy neck. Then she continued on her path toward Dreaming Mountain, calling over her shoulder, “I’ll see you soon, Goliath.”
Goliath lowered his head, and with sad, upturned eyes, he watched the young elf leave. He said, “Goodbye, my friend.”
Continued in: Quest For Dreaming Mountain: A Fairy’s Tale — Chapter 2