#writtenbyfae

[fae-lore]

” The mother tree frowns at the faerie’s self loath-full state and redirects Farith’s attention to the tree’s ancient roots. Letting the young Fae look over every carving, mark, and bump before saying in her powerful and clear voice “Our impurities show our wisdom and achievements, and prove that we have lived. So young child, embrace them and let those around you admire the history of your being. “

-K.L.H

[fae-lore]

The hymn of the blackthorn tree

In a world where you only see in black and white until you meet the one person you are destined to spend the rest of your life with lived a peculiar young woman named Ophelia.

Ophelia’s mother Jude went missing when Ophelia was young, one of the few things Ophelia remembers of her mother is the lullaby she used to sing to her after she would get home from her job at the funeral home. Jude used to sing and play piano at events, funerals specifically; she would always bring home any flowers left behind by the families and had a large vase of dried out roses from the home next to her bed which remained there even after her passing.

Ophelia found herself at the funeral home that her mother once worked at much more after her passing. Admittedly she was desperately clinging onto any remnants of her mother’s memory she could and had developed an intense emotional connection to the piano her mother once played at the funeral home, although her mother always refused to teach her how to play she still found herself dancing her fingers over the keys desperate to create one of the bittersweet melodies her mother knew so well.

A few months of visiting the funeral home every day the owner confronted her saying guiltily “You cannot come in here every day unless you work here Ophelia....” To which Ophelia hastily decided she would apply for the first job that she could....which happened to be the position of the coroner.

The funeral homeowner’s daughter took over Jude’s position at the funeral home after many other entertainers had come and gone. The daughter Sage always sung with such passion and managed to comfort and move the families mourning over their dead loved ones much like Jude used to.

Ophelia refused to meet Sage because deep down Ophelia was still mourning her mother and couldn’t bear to meet the woman who had replaced her.

Ophelia was called in for an unscheduled job and knew immediately something was wrong when she arrived and was greeted with the owner’s wife’s vulnerable and grim embrace...she had soon learned that after one of Sage’s performances she went out to the field behind the funeral home to watch the sunset and never returned...three days after her disappearance her body was found underneath a tree deep in the woods that met with the field she was last seen in.

With a heavy heart Ophelia began to prepare the body to be buried under the family’s willow tree where Sage used to sing every morning. Ophelia began to curse her stubbornness and wished that she would have given the beautiful human in front of her a chance. Ophelia tucked Sage’s hair behind her ear and grabbed the metal plates to perfect the sleep like position that Sage would be left in to rest eternally. She then stopped to admire Sage’s beautiful blue eyes... Ophelia began to hyperventilate as she realized the one she is destined to love forever is dead.

Sage was found under a Blackthorn tree, ironically Jude was found under a Blackthorn tree as well......or maybe it isn’t as ironic as it seems.