They weren’t real.
Not yet, anyway…
Lissa nurtured the tiny beings, shaping their lives, balancing their needs, their wants, their desires with what was plausible.
She had not created a fairyland.
Not this time…
A thousand years earlier, she had created a fairyland…a place with magic and dragons and wishes that came true…
A place that did not stand the test of time.
A place where the threads of reality were hopelessly frayed, the paradox of its very existence tearing apart the world from within.
Having created that fairyland, though it failed, it had given her a new possibility. New tools to make something…not better. Nothing was better than the world she’d loved and lived in for a millennia. To make something… stable. Lasting. Self perpetuating.
It was safe.
Lissa scried, spying on her creation. She desperately wanted all to be right in their world, but that was simply not possible.
All was right in the fairyland… a thousand years ago. Then it frayed.
Her new world could not fray. She imbued it with permanence.
She gave them free will.
She laughed at the irony that her creation did not believe she existed. For soon, she would not.
Lissa reached out to her little ones, her beloveds, those she had created. Those she had allowed to suffer and overcome and rejoice and do it all over again a million times.
These…she would make real.
The light from the scrying glass lit her face.
She was glad they did not believe in her.
She did not want them to mourn her.
Slowly, she gave herself to them.
She exchanged her own reality for theirs, until she herself was nothing but a fable, a character to live on in legend, as fiction.
And they lived on.
This story was totally inspired by the picture. My friend Melissa recently posted it on facebook, even though it’s a couple of years old now.
Melissa is a true writer’s friend. In particular, every once in a while I have a weird question that requires some research, and she jumps on it, searching out weird facts for me to weave into my stories.
This story isn’t related to any others I’ve done, but Lissa reminds me somewhat of Jane, the sorceress in What Would Have Been, the serial I posted on the blog back in 2012.