Among the many types of cries that we hear in the quiet of the forest of Bandama, find a whistle almost imperceptible to the ear of mortals. So I will clear that those who have unfortunately at this moment in history, is a small creature, entity, a presence that has always been there. Probably not the same individual but what is certain is that fairies, goblins and elves dwelt always the pine is now known as Natural Park Bandama. Civilizations that coexist with their environment without causing any damage, among the roots of trees, underground, in the glasses, some among the hoopoe feathers left on leaving the nest, high above, always hidden from the eyes of those who may pose a risk.
follow the path that we left open the tears on his way to meet our ears and, if we remain silent and keeping utmost caution, we can distinguish a shy little back surmounted by a straight hair matujillo beyond the pointed ears that bent upon itself between pitiful pout shine while leaving the wind, a pair of nearly transparent wings. The set is not more than six inches in height. His name is Nadia and cries because she has been left alone.
is the last Fairy Drago left on the island and has long been lurking in the mountains with the hope of finding a family. There are hardly any dragon as before and the rest of their own, or have left in search of new specimens to never return, or have faded with grief at seeing the tree that had taken over several generations in his family, was started by various injustices of fate.
Who knows how long it takes Nadia crying on that rock? How much is left to suffer pain and melt into the air like its missing?
seems that someone else has heard the level of our particular "Bell" and his whistle, which comes from beyond the horizon, makes Nadia is reinstated and fired fly out to meet him.
We can not see but I assure that the spindly and fragile wings barely caught his back, they now move through the air so fast that if miraculously we intuit, we could only compare it with a blue light beam.
His face sharpened by the speed, he wondered if finally have found someone of his kind who want to live. Let the wind wipe the last tear.
Across the ravine, an escaped wildfire centuries of a spell of a witch Telde, hears the cries of Nadia. There is no kind of sense of time and has become an eternal jokester, a little light teasing you just find another victim to entertain the a while, listening to the cries of Nadia, it plays and, simply, lies to see what happens.
Nadia arrives to clear from where it departed the claim. Keeps for a moment her smile! "Hey I come in peace." Spend time and realizes of being alone again but, this time, you can feel the presence of Coco, the wisp. He looks dull, has spent his joke and now I know what to do. Nadia sharpens the senses and looks like small purple flames envelop the top leaves of one of the bushes in front of him. It is addressed decisively and cautiously toward Coco and he responds by copying the ways of the fairy dragon and is presented as his neighbor. .- "Good days, beautiful. " Nadia
stands still. He knows from experience that not only sufficient to find one of their own to alleviate her loneliness, there are very few and those who are generally are mired in deep depression because they have cut the connection to your home, your connection to the land. So nobody is surprised that the new acquaintance also will receive a "Good morning beautiful." Coco
expected the reaction with the intention of entertaining for a while. .- "Let's see if swallowed." Thinks to himself, and look with expectant eyes.
Have you seen the others? .- Nadia asked after the presentations of rigor. Know the answer before considering the question to himself but still asks.
Coco, meanwhile, just improvise, play with the intention of exploring how far, I love your new form, the body slim, beautiful, fragile. Tired of being a diffuse light on the horizon and the situation presents itself as an ideal opportunity to try new experiences. After all, neither make much sense to have someone miss out on such a small island.
"No idea ... I think they walk around"
The naturalness with which to pronounce on such a thorny subject, Nadia makes a wide smile I gave him hope. His eyes sparkle with joy and not know whether to hold her hand or hug him to keep searching.
not take time to look. A search continues for days, weeks, you go to whether years even .... The time of the tale is so on ....
Yet, they fail to find anything. Yeah, well, yes dragos remaining but did Hadas? Neither the shade.
comes a time when the mocking sprite forget your true essence. When you think about the past, refuses to pick up his memory to the days before the presence of Nadia. On the rare occasions that you take for sleep, nestled between the breasts of his new partner, sometimes suddenly lets out a blue flame and it justifies thinking it is due to not yet controlled the qualities that have been assigned by fate to their species.
These days, Coco does not play a fool. They sit together on the highest rock of Gran Canaria, in Artenara, as the sun rises and hides hearing them laugh while playing the game of love of fairies, as all know, is much deeper and more magical than we mere mortals. Then one of those evenings, because they both involve the world in spite of each unique in its kind. Do not know who said of the two but still rings in his ears, in the air and the depth of the caves in the mountains:
"I do not want to believe in life if not living hand cogiéndote "
And it is in the world that is, happiness is not sought, only found. That itself is a shame that we always take unsuspecting but .... How well feel
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