Elara
Close Your Eyes…
“The air shimmered, and in that moment, she saw it—the invisible thread that connected her heart to something greater. It was not a place or a person, but a sense of belonging deep within herself. She had been looking outward when all along, her place had been within.”
With wings as delicate as morning mist and eyes that shimmered with the soft glow of stars, Elara was a beautiful fairy. But her beauty was not what made her special. It was her ability to see the invisible threads that connected every heart to its true home, even when those hearts had forgotten.
One autumn evening, a young girl stumbled into Elara’s kingdom. Her face was streaked with tears, and her shoulders were slumped in sadness as if the weight of the world had settled there. She had lost someone dear to her and was struggling to find her way.
Elara watched from the shadows as the girl sank to her knees beneath an ancient oak, her sobs echoing softly in the still air. The fairy’s heart ached at the sight. With a flutter of her wings, she drifted down from her perch, her presence as gentle as a breeze.
“Why do you weep?” Elara asked, her voice soft and melodic, as if carried on the wind itself.
The girl looked up, startled by the fairy’s sudden appearance. “I have lost someone very dear to me,” she whispered. “I don’t know where they are and I think I am lost.”
Elara knelt beside her, her glowing hand resting lightly on the girl’s shoulder. “The world is vast, and sometimes the place we belong is not where we expect it to be,” she said. “But you are not lost. The threads that tie you to your place are simply hidden for now. I can help you find them.”
The girl’s eyes widened with hope. “How?”
Elara smiled. “Close your eyes,” she whispered.
As she did, Elara waved her delicate hand, weaving her magic around the young woman. The air shimmered, and in that moment, she saw it—the invisible thread that connected her heart to something greater. It was not a place or a person, but a sense of belonging deep within herself. She had been looking outward when all along, her place had been within.
“I can feel it,” she whispered. “I know what to do now.”
Elara smiled, her wings glowing softly in the twilight. “You’ve always known.”
And with that, the fairy rose into the air, disappearing into the clouds, her work now done. For Elara knew that her purpose was to guide those who had forgotten theirs, and in doing so, she reminded herself of her own.
