2.6 Today is the day; my final final for my Bachelors' degree. Wish me luck and enjoy this enchanting story about the fairy Moonbeam! Artist: Chezhina Svetlana.
Moonbeam's Flute
Moonbeam knew that this latest flute was the best she had ever made. It was long, delicate, and it fit perfectly in her hands. Moonbeam looked at everyone else’s flutes and was surprised by how similar they all were. None had strayed far from the beginner flutes they had made over the weeks. She felt a sliver of doubt. Would her flute, so different, produce beautiful music? She looked down at it and ran her hand along it, feeling the smooth Elder Tree wood. She smiled, of course it would.
When it was her turn, she walked to the beginning of the tree ring and held it out for Queen Meadowlark to critique. If the Queen approved her flute, Moonbeam would move on to the second phase; playing it. If her instrument was indeed a reflection of her power and her body changed to match the music, she would pass and move up to a second-class fairy. She would get a new home in the middle branches of the forest (instead of on the ground floor with the rest of the third-class fairies), attend different classes, and gain more power. Moonbeam held her breath as Queen Meadowlark delicately fingered the instrument and looked at it from every angle. Finally, she smiled, nodded, and handed it back to Moonbeam, who lit up with anticipation. She had passed! Now was her chance to prove Treeshade wrong. She wasn’t just some third-class fairy who would spend her days in the forest. She would be a first-class fairy someday and travel the world.
Breathing deeply to steady her fluttering wings, Moonbeam put her lips to the mouth and played an alluring and enchanting song. At first nothing happened but then her fiery red hair doubled in length and faded to gold at the ends. When her hair was done growing, a moonflower bloomed on the side of her head. This was followed by her wings growing and transforming into a more intricate design, changing from clear to a beautiful purple and teal ombre. Her white dress lengthened and also turned purple and teal to match her wings. Moonbeam’s song ended. She felt her heart soar as Queen Meadowlark draped the golden chains of a second-class fairy over her head and down her wavy hair. Princess Rosedew approached and extended her hands as she greeted Moonbeam warmly. “Welcome, Princes Moonbeam, to the second-class.” Then Princess Rosedew turned and floated away toward the middle level of the trees with Princess Moonbeam following close behind. Without a backward glance at Treeshade or her outraged face, Princess Moonbeam soared gracefully up to her new life.
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