Realm Of Fairies : Arret

Chapter three The Ritual

Amelie: Your pains are the beginning of menstruation. What no one has explained to you and will not be told is that during menstruation the woman with magical descendants wields the greatest power known to man. The 7 candles are one for each generation you come from. You are the 7th generation in your family, and in addition to that, they also represent the female archetypes in the number 7, and these are MOTHER, QUEEN, LOVER, VIRGO, WISE, sss, and MYSTIC (PRIESTESSES). These archetypes can be simplified, and you oscillate between the 4 as most women oscillate (Initiator, Mother, Fascinator, and Heroine) or you can develop and work with the 12 if you unlock and accept them (Cosmic Woman - Goddess, Priestess - Vestal, Empress - High Priestess, Prophet - Shaman, Fairy - Princess, Mother of All - Matron, Muse - Artist, Integrated Adult, Virgin - Daughter, sss - Warrior, Feminine - Seducer, Destroyer - Materialist; but coming back now, there is a lot of information and you will understand and assimilate it as you evolve, and I will do my best to be with you as much as possible.

Agnes: OK, so I actually got lost and didn't understand much, as you say... Agnes said, sighing slightly while holding herself with her middle hand, having more and more intense and frequent cramps.

Amelie: Breathe easily and try to accept the transformations your body is going through now, embrace them, love them, she said to Agnes as she lightly passed her hand over the candles and they all lit up in one movement then they held hands and began to softly say an incantation in a language totally unknown to man and above each candle appeared Agnes in all forms, respectively MOTHER with a child in her arms, QUEEN with a crown on her head, LOVER with a heart full of love in the palm that actually radiates love in her turn, VIRGIN with long robes with purity in her eyes, WISE with glasses and a book with a pen in hand, sss of unspeakable beauty and unimaginable strength, and not least the MYSTIC row full of tattoos, symbols, runes, with a few braided strands that radiated an increasingly powerful purple energy, in the middle of them Agnes actually floated, surrounded by an extremely intense colored light in the colors of the rainbow, while Amelie counted begins the ritual and the enchantment, Agnes begins to float gently, being surrounded by a brilliant pink light until it reaches the middle of the circle and absorbs all its other forms, the light becoming more and more brilliant, after Amelie finishes what she has to say, Agnes falls down without flinching , but is caught in time by Amelie. She takes her in her arms, but when she looks at her, she is amazed by her new shade of hair: dark purple...

After a few hours, Agnes woke up tired, with pain all over her body, feeling the effort exerted by every single muscle just to get up on her bottom, without being successful in getting off bed instead.

Agnes: What was that? Although he felt physical pain, his spirit was freed, calm for the first time, feeling complete for the first time in his fifteen years. Amelie was asleep in an armchair next to her bed.

Watching her sleep, Agnes takes a white sheet with a floral pattern and when she approaches to cover her, she wakes up, and Agnes, startled, starts to emit a pink-violet light around her that fades as she relaxes.

Agnes: Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up, I just wanted to wrap you up

Amelie: It's nothing. I'm sorry I shouldn't have fallen asleep. How do you feel? Are you okay? Can I get you something? Did you look in the mirror???

Agnes: no and no again, why did I have to look?

Amelie: it would be good to take a look. Your hair is a little purple, and you can see the color of your eyes... How are you?

Agnes goes and looks in the mirror and is shocked. She turns to Amelie and says: How on earth do I explain what's wrong with me??? How did my hair get this color and who has seen pink eyes before? I'm going to be weird. How do I fix it???? Come on, I'll say that I dyed my hair, but how do I describe my eyes???? Why am I like this??? And what do I mean, how do I overlook??? Am I going to go blind or what??? I'm missing glasses. Do something and at least make my eyes as witchy as you are!!!! she shouted to Amelie.

Amelie looks at him and answers calmly:

1, I didn't do anything to you, everything is part of your transformation, and this is your true fairy form, and 2, I'm not a witch, I'm a fairy guide and some things are beyond my power, only you alone can change your appearance, and as long as you don't accept yourself, you won't be able to do this so easily. If you want, we can go to the Fairy's Land to the council or the bears and maybe someone will be able to help you, at least with one of the aspects.

Agnes: And how do we get to that land?

Amelie: I thought you already knew, but to make it easier, let's go to the lake and let's go quickly because we're wasting time getting back before Ana gets home.

Agnes: Exactly, how do I explain all this???

Amelie: for now only you can see me, so I'm going to ask you to put on your headphones so it looks like you're still talking on the phone and not alone

Agnes: Oh, how sweet of you, you're so kind, don't let the world think I'm crazy...pffffff

Amelie: Something like this hasn't happened for more than a thousand years. No fairy born on this side has changed its shape. I knew you had royal genes, but I didn't know they were so strong. No one expected so.

Agnes: Royale genes did you say? Am I the princess??? You make me laugh, it gives me a headache how many things you say to me and you say them to me late, you tell me everything you know about me. At least I know what to expect...

Amelie: there are things that even I don't know exactly, and as for what I know about you, I've already told you enough, Fairy Godmother Aimee will best explain it to you.

Agnes: Fairy Godmother??? I mean, how are the ones in the stories???

Amelie: they're not small and they don't fight over colors or glitter. It's an aberration and a wrong idea. You'll understand what I'm talking about when you meet her. You could be nicer and more understanding, not so sarcastic. I'm just helping you.

Agnes: If you helped me, I wouldn't be in this situation with hair and eyes that I can't describe, going to a country I have no idea about, and I wouldn't have these horrible pains that make me just want to curl up in bed, even though I don't I can do that, sorry, I have to go meet Aimee Godmother who I hope will restore my blue eyes!!!!! while yelling and getting angry

The pink-violet light around her is getting stronger and stronger.

Amelie: try to calm down, you're lighting up like a pink-purple firefly again and it's getting harder and harder to keep up appearances. Somehow, you just unlocked your magic and you're stronger than me, so help me if you want to pass unnoticed by the neighbors, don't look like a weirdo in this world, at least until we cross the portal and then you only have to light up as much as you want, this attitude of yours doesn't help me, and if you continue like this, you're the only one who will lose, and believe me, you don't want to lose anything.

Agnes: pfffff, it's not like I want to do this. I got angry, I was scared, I didn't know exactly where I was going and everything still seemed like a dream. I think I've watched too many movies with magic, and fools such as…

Amelie: Fairies exist, magic exists, witches exist, werewolves, vampires, elves, trolls and everything you've heard is real, some here, some beyond, and the faster and easier you accept the better you will integrate and understand everything, and everything you know from books or TV is not necessarily true. Some are but not all. Magical creatures have existed since the beginning of the world, some are understood, others are not, but they all want only one thing: PEACE, and this must be maintained and preserved and the BALANCE OF NATURE is much harder to keep than you imagine or think.

This time Agnes didn't say anything, she just listened to her carefully and she started to calm down little by little, and the light around her gradually started disappearing. She reached the lake and followed Amelie to an old willow on a bank, full of long branches about which she had cried so many times before. It was her favorite place because the branches were long and if she sat down near the trunk of the tree no one could see unless they looked closely or looked for her. The branches hanging down full of leaves, as if they formed a curtain, offering so many times the privacy and peace she needed when she escaped from the daily routine and from the sad life she sometimes had, Amelie takes her by the hand and tells her simply:

I've arrived! Do you recognize the place?

Agnes: Yes, it's my place. What are we doing here now?

Amelie takes her to the tree roots, touches them with her hand lightly, and says briefly, come on!