The Fairy in the Forest (eBook)

Kelly Johnson (Autor)

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2025
156 Seiten
Kelly Johnson (Verlag)
978-3-68995-015-6 (ISBN)

Infos

'The Fairy in the Forest' follows Amina, a young African American girl who embarks on a magical journey into an ancient forest near her village, guided by the whispers of the trees. Through her adventures, Amina encounters a fairy named Malaika, who reveals that she is the chosen protector of the forest, a legacy passed down from her grandmother. As Amina faces challenges involving the elements of Earth, Water, Fire, and Air, she learns the true strength of her connection to nature and her own inner power. By the end of her journey, Amina accepts her role as the forest's new guardian, understanding that her love for the land and her heritage will guide her in protecting the environment for generations to come.

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Chapter 2: The Blue Feather

Amina’s heart raced as she followed the mysterious whispers that seemed to weave through the trees, guiding her deeper into the forest. The air had grown cooler, carrying with it a scent of damp earth and the faint aroma of wildflowers she had never noticed before. A delicate mist began to form around the trunks of the towering trees, twisting and curling like the breath of the forest itself. The mist hung low to the ground, obscuring the path ahead and giving the woods an ethereal, almost dreamlike quality. It felt as if the world she had known was slipping away, replaced by something older, more ancient, as if the forest was unfolding its secrets just for her.

With each step, the weight of the forest’s presence grew. The towering trees seemed to close in around her, their gnarled branches stretching toward the sky like fingers reaching out in greeting. The deeper she went, the more she felt the forest itself watching her, as if it were alive, sentient, and waiting. She felt a strange warmth on her skin, a subtle glow beneath the mist, as though the very air around her held a quiet magic that called to her spirit.

The sounds of the village were now nothing more than a faint memory, a distant echo that had been swallowed by the immense quiet of the forest. The rhythmic pulse of nature surrounded Amina, growing louder with every step she took. The soft rustling of the leaves, like whispers shared between the trees, filled the air, accompanied by the occasional birdcall that rang out from the high branches above. The forest was alive in a way that felt timeless—its own rhythm, its own heartbeat, thrummed through the earth and the air. It was as though the very landscape itself had a pulse, a living, breathing thing that vibrated in harmony with Amina’s own heartbeat.

Beneath her feet, the forest floor was soft and spongy, like the earth itself was alive, shifting ever so slightly with each movement she made. Every step she took seemed to resonate, like her presence was being absorbed into the very bones of the forest. The ancient trees that towered overhead swayed gently in the breeze, their branches creaking and groaning with the weight of their years. The forest wasn’t just around her—it was within her, wrapping her in its embrace.

A breeze stirred through the canopy, its coolness kissing her skin and carrying with it something more—a faint, melodic hum that seemed to drift on the wind. It was subtle, almost imperceptible at first, but as Amina listened, the sound grew clearer. It was like a distant song, one that came from somewhere deep within the forest itself, a song older than time, carried from tree to tree, branch to branch, and leaf to leaf. The sound was not of any bird or creature, but of the forest itself—a soft melody that seemed to vibrate with life, with memory, with secrets waiting to be unlocked.

She couldn’t explain why, but the song called to her in a way that felt deep within her soul. The pull was irresistible. Her steps quickened, almost instinctively, as if her body knew where it was headed, even if her mind didn’t. It was as though the forest had laid a path before her, a trail woven from the songs of the leaves, the rustling of the branches, the call of the birds above. Each step felt lighter, more purposeful, as though the earth itself was guiding her onward.

The whispering voice that had once felt distant now became clearer, more distinct, almost as if it were speaking directly to her. It wasn’t loud, but its presence was undeniable. It felt warm, familiar, like the voice of someone she had always known, someone who had always been by her side, waiting for her to hear them. It was urging her forward, a soft murmur that seemed to float on the air itself. The words were difficult to decipher, but the meaning was unmistakable. It was as if the voice was telling her that there was something ahead—a place, a moment, an answer—that was waiting for her. Something meant only for her.

Amina’s curiosity, once a mere flicker, had now turned into a burning need to understand. Her feet moved faster, the ground beneath her seeming to fall away as her senses heightened. She was no longer just walking; she was being carried, as though the very forest was pulling her forward, wrapping her in its rhythm, its heartbeat, its song. Her breath became steady, matching the cadence of her steps, and her mind buzzed with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. The whisper in the breeze seemed to guide her, pushing her along, urging her to continue.

She didn’t question the pull anymore. There were no doubts, no fears. It was as if the forest itself had called her, and now she was responding. Each step felt as though it was leading her toward something she had been waiting for, something she had been meant to find. The rhythm of the forest, the song in the wind, the voice that seemed to echo through the trees—all of it was a part of something greater, something she was now a part of. The forest had chosen her, and now it was guiding her to the next chapter of her journey.

She could feel the change in the air around her. The atmosphere had shifted—charged with a sense of urgency, yet still peaceful, as though the forest was holding its breath, waiting for her to reach the next step. Her footsteps, once unsure and tentative, now felt firm, grounded. She had crossed into a new space, both within herself and within the forest. It was a place of purpose, of meaning, and she knew without a doubt that she was not alone in it. The forest was alive, and she was part of its story. She could feel its history in the breeze, its stories in the whispering trees, its wisdom in the deep hum of the earth beneath her feet.

The path before her was no longer a simple trail—it had become a journey, and she was its traveler, led by forces both seen and unseen. The forest was calling her forward, and Amina knew, with every fiber of her being, that she was meant to answer.

The path she followed had started out narrow and familiar, but it was no longer the well-trodden dirt trail that led to the village. It had changed, morphing into something wilder, less defined. The path became more winding and less familiar with each step, as if the forest itself were reshaping its own boundaries. Overgrown vines and thick roots twisted across her way, as though the forest was trying to hold her in its embrace, but Amina didn’t hesitate. She stepped over roots, brushed aside branches, and pushed through the thick ferns that began to crowd the path. There was something both thrilling and comforting about it—like the forest was calling her home, and the path was now hers to follow.

It was as though the path had always been there, waiting for the right person, for the right moment. The underbrush thickened around her, creating a natural barrier that made her feel like she was walking deeper into an ancient, forgotten world. She realized that the forest was not just a place—it was a living thing, with its own heartbeat, its own history, and now, it was leading her to the next chapter of her life. Each step seemed to bring her closer to the heart of something immense, something that had always been a part of her yet was now only beginning to reveal itself.

The whispers grew louder still, filling the air around her, curling into her thoughts and weaving through her mind like a thread that bound her to the forest. She could hear the words now, though they were faint, as if the forest was speaking in riddles. Come closer, child of the earth. You are the one who has been chosen. The forest awaits you, and all it has to offer will be yours to discover. The voice was warm, comforting, yet held an authority that made her feel both small and significant at the same time.

Amina’s pulse quickened as she pressed on, her steps carrying her further into the dense woods. There was no turning back now. The path ahead became even more shadowed, the trees pressing close, their twisted branches reaching out like old friends eager to embrace her. The mist swirled around her ankles, and with each breath she took, she could almost taste the magic in the air. The forest was no longer a place of mystery; it was a part of her, and she was a part of it.

As she rounded the corner, the path widened, the dense thicket of trees giving way to a small, hidden clearing bathed in the soft light of the fading sun. The rays of light filtered through the canopy above, casting long, golden beams across the forest floor, illuminating the lush greenery in a soft, almost otherworldly glow. The air was cooler here, thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint, sweet fragrance of wildflowers. The clearing felt untouched, as though time itself had slowed down, allowing this sacred space to exist outside of the world she had known.

In the center of the clearing, the ground seemed to breathe with life. Small patches of vibrant green moss covered the earth like a living carpet, but it wasn’t just the moss that caught Amina’s attention. It was the way it glowed—faintly at first, like the soft pulse of a heartbeat—its light dancing in harmony with the movements of the wildflowers that swayed gently in an invisible breeze. Each flower was a delicate burst of color, their petals trembling as though they were alive, responding to something deeper, something ancient in the air. They shimmered, almost imperceptibly, as if they held a secret, a hidden truth that only those who were meant to understand could perceive.

Amina’s heart quickened, her breath catching in her throat. She stopped at the edge of the clearing, hesitant to step any further, yet drawn to the space in a way that she couldn’t explain. Her eyes roamed over the beauty of...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 20.5.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: Adventure • African American • Air • amina • ancestral • Balance • bravery • Connection • Creatures • earth • Elements • Empowerment • fairy • fire • fireflies • Folklore • Forest • grandmother • growth • guardian • Heritage • inner strength • journey • legacy • Love • Magic • magic essence • Mountains • Mystical • Nature • Protect • protection • Sacred • Self-discovery • SPIRIT • Spiritual • Transformation • Trees • Trial • Village • Water • Whispers • Wind • wisdom
• ISBN-10: 3-68995-015-5 / 3689950155
• ISBN-13: 978-3-68995-015-6 / 9783689950156