Norway, the degree was
almost 2°C. Snowflakes
were
melting, a 16
year old girl was writing on her diary in her room and sometimes took a glance at a painting, her painting. Indeed, she is also
an amateur painter. Well, she begins her words with;
Music, Fairies, Humans
and World. Are they related to each
other? Well, some people said that fairies do exist. But
I was a sense one who didn’t
believe in those things. Until these twins appeared before my naked eyes.
3 MONTHS EARLIER
“Paloma, come on. We could
be late, it is time for a winter, let’s meet our friends, they are ready for the orchestra”
said Picollo, a little blonde fairy formed like a mini size of human surrounded
by a sparkling light around him with his sharp ears and transparent wings. This
little creature was not even bigger than a volley ball. He was Paloma’s twin
brother. He played a flute.
Flute had an element of wind. So when all flute fairies played the ensemble flute altogether, then camea howling wind.
“Wait
a second, I’m not done with my harp” said Paloma. She was a little purple- haired fairy.
Unlike her twin brother who was quite, warm and disciplined. She was so cheerful but disorganized and reckless. She
rarely practiced. However, they still loved each other, even
though they sometimes had a different point of view almost in everything.
Paloma’s element was water. Then it came a rain, when harp fairies played the ensemble.
All fairies, about 38
fairies played
the orchestra to change the season. They usually played above the clouds, although they actually lived on flowers in a beautiful marigold and rose gardens. When they were all ready for the orchestra, they would fly together to the clouds. And, in a special occasion,
when they ought to play after the rain, and if they played
perfectly, there would come a rainbow. And after that, they will happily slide on the rainbow and back to the
garden.
They performed the sonata
today on clouds almost perfectly. They realized that there was a little out-of-key
sound coming from a harp. However, the snowflakes began dropping to the ground. After
that, they flew back to the garden, when Paloma was chatting with her beloved friend, Sofia,
a violin fairy through flying. She accidentally dropped her harp into a middle
of nowhere. She gasped, her eyes were wide awake and she
lost
all of her words to speak.
But she was too afraid to break a line and go down to the ground. So she
continued to follow the line and let her harp fall.
In the evening, on the
branch of a frozen oak tree, Picollo was practicing with his magical flute. The wind was
howling a little, it was more like a breeze. Paloma approached her with her
plan to talk to him about her harp “Hey, how are you? Doing something?” She
started the conversation, “Fine, I’m practicing. How about you? When will you
start your practice?” “Well, I guess I will not practice tonight because...”
Paloma hadn’t finished with her words then Picollo just blurted
out “What’s on your mind? I couldn’t understand you. You realized about your performance
today. Didn’t you learn
something of what have you to do for next? I do care about you, but this is not the
first time I’m lecturing you, isn’t it? Or this is what you want? Ruin our
performance?” Paloma didn’t realize that one tear just poured on her soft cheek.
Hopeless,
she was disappointed with
those unexpected words. She lost all of her words to reply or even tell the
truth. “I’m sorry I disturbed your rehearsal. I guess I’m going to take a rest. It’s
a little bit cold here, I
am freezing” She must have
her body rested inside the tree hole. But, she walked
into the opposite direction.
She went to the edge of leaf, gained her courage, and soon her wings flew her
high and high and left the fairy garden.
Lefoton city, the sky was
dark.Everything
almost was covered by the snow.The
little fairy had arrived in a crowded city. There was a brunette teenage girl
in her red coat walking
through the side street with a painted canvas in her goody bag. Paloma hadn’t
gone for more than 2 hours looking for her magical harp, when she took a glance
at the girl and her canvas. And she realized that a canvas was painted a harp
resembled like hers. Since she was small and not all people can see her. She
went into the goody bag but unfortunately didn’t findthe harp. She decided to
stay inside the bag, she was pretty sure that the girl had her magical harp.
The girl went to her room,
she lighted the pink room. The room was completely neat, tidy and looked very
comfortable. There was a single bed, a desk with a light lamp on it. She put
her good bag on the desk. She took out the canvas and she froze for a while
when she found a little creature lying in the goody bag. “Who are you? Hmm...
What are you? And how could
you be here?” said the girl. Paloma flew and floated in front of the
girl’s eyes “You can see me? I’m Paloma, a little fairy from Marigold and Rose
Gardens. I’m here to take my magical harp.” “I’m sorry I don’t believe in such
things... alright I didn’t since you’re
here floating before my eyes and your harp that I found stuck on my window.”
The girl smiled to the fairy “I’m Irina, nice to meet you, Plo.” Paloma raised her eyerbrow and she
laughed. “Oh, I’m sorry, It’s Paloma, isnt it? I just nicknamed you. Anyway,
I’ll get your harp.” Irina walked towards the desk and pulled the locket. Then,
she took the harp and gave it to Paloma. “You dropped it, didn’t you? And I’m
the one who kept it safe. Can I make a wish then since you’re a fairy?”, asked
Irina. “I’m sorry, Irina. I only play the harp to pour the rain. I’m a season
fairy. However, rain only will come If I play the notes perfectly” she said
worriedly, “ But, Thank you for keeping my harp safely.” Paloma gave her cute
smile to Irina. “ Oh I see, since you can’t do a magic, besides dropping waters
from the sky. Will you stay here for awhile? I never thought fairy would be so
pretty like you, little Plo. I’d like to paint you with your harp. Please?”
“Sure, I would love to. It seems more fun than praticing.” She answered
cheerfully.
They
had a lot of fun during the painting. They felt like they had been bestfriends,
or even sisters, since long time ago. Paloma really enjoyed her time
accompanying Irina to wherever she went since then eventhough no one could see
her except Irina.
Meanwhile
in the Marigold and Rose Gardens, everyone panicked after Paloma was gone.
Picollo was drawned in guilt. He felt that he was the one causing Paloma to
leave the gardens. After the last time he had that incident with Paloma, he
really wanted to apologize if it really hurt her feelings. Well, she had gone
with no trace. Picollo then decided to search his twin sister alone without any
permissions.
He actually had no idea where he could find
her. He flew almost all over Norway days and nights in winter. It had been 6
days, He had been freezing, even fairies could feel the temperature. Usually,
in summer, spring and autumn they stayed on flowers, leave, or branches.
However, in winter, they warmed themselves by staying inside the tree hole.
Picollo
just arrived in Lefoton when his sparkling light was vanishing. He chilled, his
body was trembling, but he was still flying even though he almost lost all of
his energy. His face turned into blue, A few more hours he touched his feet on
the pavement and started walking. He didn’t know where else to go. He stopped by
the bush, he breathed heavily, he had no idea, except he played the flute so
Paloma might hear him, just for a couple minutes.
Paloma
and Irina were laughing out loud after they played tic-tac-toe,when Paloma
heard Picollo’s flute playing somewhere. She asked Irina to accompany her
finding where the sound came from. Irina had been told everything about Plo’s
twin brother and also the last moment with him when he was angry to her. Well,
she was also excited to meet him. When they were out and followed the voice,
suddenly the music stopped.
“
He must be around here. I could clearly his playing”, said Paloma. “ I could
feel the wind was howling from the east. Let’s go there! Irina then ran to the
park with Paloma flying beside her head. Then they found a bush where there was
lying a body of freezing Picollo.
3
MONTHS LATER
Irina
was writing in his dairy, she took a glance of a painting, two little twin
fairies. One was purple-haired girl playing her harp, and the other was a
blonde boy holding his flute. They both looked cheerfully happy.
Paloma
had went back to Marigold and Rose Gardens, the place on which her twin brother
lying peacefully there. She never came back to Lefoton since then and started
practicing more often. When the summer came, all the fairies flew to the sky
and started playing the orchestra. She played the tone perfectly, the melody was
so beautifully played although they had just lost one of the flute sound. When they finished,
there came a rainbow. Paloma believed it was a rainbow for his beloved twin brother.