The woods were deserted that day.
The stones stood still and silent, as though they were waiting for something. At the center of them all, a jagged piece of amber glowed in the growing darkness. Lights fizzed softly around it, turning pink, orange, purple, blue.
No one saw it. No one ever did. Why would they? No one knew about its magic, not anymore. They had forgotten all about such magic a long, long time ago.
About the same time they stopped believing in fairies.
How foolish.
Source: Liz Kessler, Philippa Fisher and the Fairy’s Promise
Inky Note: The above is Puzzlewood Forest, Coleford, England. The stuff of myth and legend, literally. This is the 14 acre wood that is said to have served as inspiration for the forests of Milkwood, and Lothlorien of J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings.
He was, after all, a frequent visitor.
The wood itself is said to be one of the best examples of pre-Roman Celtic open cast iron mines and while open to the public, currently is surrounded by a functioning farm.
It’s on my Bucket List to walk the same pathways and spend long quiet moments sitting near moss covered stones while dreaming, as assuredly as Tolkien did, of fae, elves, brave warrior men, dwarves, hobbits, Middle-earth and magic long forgotten…
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