Diaries of a Druid

The high grass and thick foliage were all over the ground; my feet slopped through wet moss which I couldn't see. An endless wave of many leafed trees made my surroundings as dark as possible. Their branches were twisted and in many of them, the vague image of a frowning face had been forming in the trunk. Only a few steps in front of me, was Fyclya, carefully observing the bushes around us, scanning the close area for wildlife creatures.

She mumbled something to me, but I didn't hear what it was. I was busy taking samples from the earth, and plants. For I always had been hoping to do a great discovery which would change the future for eternity.

The ever lasting silence in the woods was broken by a sudden cry for help. It was a high screech, not the kind of cry that would come from a normal human being. We both looked up. I quietly pressed my hands together in prayer and closed my eyes. For all we knew, it could have meant danger.

"Stay here", my best friend bravely whispered, while sneaking through the bushes. The girl had her head covered in a long white woolen shawl twisted loosely around her neck, one end falling forward and the other trailing in the wind. This made it so, she was not very well hidden for what ever beast it was ready to strike every second.

Only moments after, she turned to say there was no one there. But I did saw something. I pointed at one of the trees, Fyclya looked back at it, not understanding what I was trying to say.

Stepping closer to it, I didn't notice anything unusual about it, except for the fact it grew a white fruit, and it had a sign nailed into its back.

"Come to me.", it whispered, ".free me from this pain.". The sad expression in its old eyes grew stronger as I could swear I saw it shed a tear, and looking at me in all hope.

By this time, Fyclya who had been momentarily confused had stopped and laughed at me. "Are you fooling me?", she had asked.

My whole vision was centered to the tree. Surprised by its speech I could not turn my eyes away from it. Again, my eye caught a glimpse of the sign nailed the back of its trunks. Without thinking I pulled it out, and threw the wooden thing far away. Fyclya, who was looking at me as if I had just done a crazy thing, picked up the sign and read, "No Hunting Allowed".

Now I had confused her even more. "You know that if you remove this, there will be a chance 'they' will start hunting those poor wood creatures again?"

Never I had felt the urge to answer rhetorical questions, for I think of them as useless and a waste of breath. I only blinked, and calmly said, "He was in obvious pain."

I said it as if it was the most normal case in the world, then I turned back and faced the side of the tree in which the hole was pierced. "Such a nasty wound.", I sighed.

Fyclya couldn't believe me, and so chuckled. "Oh yea, you can stop the act now. very funny. Let's head back, it is getting late". She explained to me how she had to be back in time for some kind of vague appointment, and left.

A dark blue variant of berries, hanging from a bush, caught my eye. I kneeled by the bush, and started to brew a healing paste with the berries as most important ingredient. When finished, I rubbed it over the damaged spot in the tree, laid my hand over it, and chanted.

The earth shook as a magical circle appeared in front of me. The bright colors were almost blinding, yet amazingly beautiful. A lady fairy flew out, the tinkling sparkles disappeared behind her.

With the posture of an average human, she was the largest fairy I had ever seen, yet her slender body and finest white wings showed elegance. Her eyes were closed. I took a few steps backwards, fear was larger then curiosity at that moment. Her eyes remained closed, her lips moved with the voice coming from deep within her.

"Months may pass, but years will die.
You may speak the truth, but others will lie.
Granted to you on this day shall be Three, not four,
Do not ask for less, and do not ask for more."

Immediately after this three white doves descended all having one corner of a triangle-shaped cloth in their beak. The fairy jumped on the cloth, and flew off without saying anything else, looking at me, or smiling. The three doves stayed with me. They all looked exactly alike.

White doves, being the sign of peace, would never bring any harm, so I decided to take them to my home, where I could take care of them. But only five steps in the opposite direction in an attempt to return home, there was an iron trap which had captured and injured one of the inhabitants of the woods.

This certain fox rested quietly despite its great loss of blood. Turning him on his back and looking in his eyes was enough for me to determine he was no longer among us. Kneeled, I was besides him, trying to undo him from the trap so I could give him a worthy grave instead of his tail being brutally ripped off and his body being tossed away by the same group of madmen which had set this trap in the first place.

It was a remarkably fearful sight when one of the doves detached itself from the group of Three, and scattered into pieces only as if it was made entirely out of glass! The shards that had fallen around slowly dematerialized into thin air. During this event, the other two doves had stayed in the same dazed way they had been flying around after me. I saw a foxtail quickly disappearing behind the trees, as the trap that had just been in front of me, was no more.

By all means, this had been the strangest day I ever had, so far. Unaware of all the other unexplainable events that were going to occur, it left me surprised.

With two doves following me, I left the woods, for its darkness was partially the reason I was so frightened. Just outside the gates of my home town, a female beggar pulled my blue silk shirt, her dirt covered face and thin body covered in old rags indicating obvious poorness.

"Please. lady.", she said weakly as her huge round eyes looked up at me in a begging manner. Ignoring the less fortunate had never been an option, making me check my pockets for some loose coins. Being it a way of showing respect, I kneeled before this woman, and called upon my powers to serve her with one of my famous mushrooms.

In the suddenness of the moment, one of the doves began to glow with a soft light. A loud 'poof' sounded as the dove split itself in at least a thousand pieces which all placed themselves on the earth, around the poor beggar. The little pieces were still glowing at the moment they transformed, leaving the nearby surroundings filled with a soft bed of many mushrooms.

This began to reek for something else then coincidence, I suspected. Every time I wished for something to happen, one of those mysterious doves scattered into pieces, and my wish came true.

If this was to be the truth, I would have one wish left. Trying to clear my mind to not waste this last possible chance to better mankind, I stumbled into the center of the town. I found my mind to be filled with thoughts, all to no effects concerning the last dove.

The sun had already gone down when the leader of the most important group of warriors in all of the lands walked in, tipped his hat at me. I realized, that if there was anything I long for to change in the world, it is, to make an ending to all the useless fighting and doing harm to others merely because of their race, skin color, or place of origin. But no matter how hard I wished for this, the dove did not grant me this pleasure.

The captured feeling of being pushed into the direction of thinking certain thoughts made me stand up and run out of the town as fast as I could. Almost choking, it left me gasping for breath on the edge of a large field.

It was exactly midnight. One look at the bright full moon had me collapse in the middle of the field, leaving me in a deep sleep. A dream penetrated my thoughts.

"Instead of showing greed, you have dealt with the three most important problems of our age, today. Death, hunger, and war."

Ghuyrulian, my ancient teacher of druidic arts, stood in a gaping void. The tree, the fairy, the fox, and all the others surrounded him.

"At first, I didn't know if you were ready so soon", his voice echoed through the emptiness around him, "But you have proven yourself, and I can only say that I am proud of you."

Waking up, I found myself between an immense number of yellow daisies, in the same field I had slept. A slight wind breezed through my long hair as I stood up. The birds were singing and the sun was shining, just as they used to, every other day. Yet, I couldn't help feeling something had changed. Wisdom had risen from many a source, today it was me who was filled with the glorious feeling of that wisdom having found its home within my soul.

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