The Bluebell Fairy

“I’ll wait for you under the bluebells. I’ll be there always.”

Kim Harrison

Once upon a time in an old, forgotten cemetery lived a little bluebell fairy who was very lonely. As all her sisters, she was waking up only for few spring weeks every year, to take care of blooming flowers and paint them in the most enchanting colours.

She was spending her time playing with magical sparkles, dancing among flowers, chasing fireflies and helping little spiders weave their delicate webs. But all those usual fairies’ plays weren’t enough for her. She wanted to talk to anyone else than just old trees (busy with their serious trees’ matters) or tiny beetles (always in a hurry!)

And then one day it happened so that a young man got lost in the old cemetery. He heard the fairy’s laugh and found her among quietly jingling bluebells, painting them in the loveliest lilac shade. She was scared of him at first, but it didn’t take long and they were already laughing together, dancing among flowers, chasing fireflies and telling each other all untold secrets and stories. And then, finally, after long happy hours spent together, they fell asleep among freshly painted bluebells, still jingling them to sleep.

But you must know, that during sleep all floral fairies are coming back to their enchanted realm. And according to the ancient law, no human being is supposed to be there, as even the smallest touch of fairyland can awake in his heart longing so deep and intense, that he decides to stay there forever. And so when the bluebell fairy woke up the next morning, she found only the young man’s body next to her; his soul remained in the fairyland forever.

The little fairy cried bitterly, as she understood her mistake. She turned the body into the little field of bluebells, and they were the most beautiful flowers at the whole cemetery. And then, when the time has come, she returned to the fairyland, to look after the lost soul of the young man. They say that even today, when you get lost among ancient gravestones, you can hear jingling bluebells, quietly crying the most beautiful, yet sad song about loneliless, longing and loss.

The story based on folklore legends, telling that one who hears a bluebell ring, will soon die. They also say that a field of bluebells is intricately woven with fairy enchantments.

So, I tried something new this time. Did you enjoy that little story? Let me know in comments! 🙂

12 thoughts on “The Bluebell Fairy

  1. I love it! It’s dreamy yet to the point. I’ve never heard of these bluebell folk stories before, are they Celtic?

    1. Thank you, I’m so happy to hear that! 🙂 I’ve been trying to check if they’re Celtic, but I’m not sure, there is no specific information about that. I would assume they are, bluebells are very distinctive flowers for UK.

  2. only the resteless know how difficult it is to survive the storm and can’t live without..✨ wonderful and magic story ❤ well done dear🌺you should do that more know?😘 have a great day😘😘

    1. What a beautiful quote, thank you for sharing! 💚 I’m glad you liked this little fairytale, my friend 🙂 I’m thinking about writing more stories like that in this category indeed. I’ll see how it goes 😊

  3. What a beautiful story and equally beautiful are you! Love these pics, your dress is so dreamy and such an enchanting backdrop! 🌿✨

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