Finding Felix Part 2
By Dr. Win Mellor-Hay

The story of Felix began in our previous installment of Fairy Tales. Mr. & Mrs. Navreet had just discovered that Felix, their adventurous fairy son was missing.

Mrs. Navreet remembered playing in the forest when she was a young fairy herself. The sounds, sights and scents of the forest delighted her. It was soothingly cool on a hot summer’s day; it was snug and cozy in the winter. It was like a cathedral, deep and green and hushed, a wonderful place to escape to for an afternoon nap, or a couple of hours of avoiding chores. Mrs. Navreet remembered one day, as a girl, trying to count all the different shades of green she could see in the forest canopy as she lay nestled in a soft bed of moss. In the winter North Forest was a magical place, too. She remembered standing wistfully under a bare-branched tree, musing on how the ice sparkled like jewelry in the winter sun.

When she first started spending time with Mr. Navreet, they went on a walk in North Forest on a cool, sunny winter afternoon. Mr. Navreet explained to her how he liked to imagine the seasons as the changing of film in a camera from colour to black and white. And that in his opinion, the monochrome of winter was the most beautiful because the lack of colour made you notice the minute detail in everything you saw. He happened to be looking at her face when he said this, and she thought that it was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard anyone say. She thrilled to see the magnificent white of the snow dancing in his clear, gentle eyes and she told him about how she had stood as a girl and gazed at the ice sheathing bare branches and imagined it was a string of precious gems. The lilt of her voice sang in his ear and he thought he had never seen hair sparkle and shine like hers did that day. They could both see their breath, then and they watched it in the silence, both feeling a little vulnerable for having disclosed a secret they feared might make them appear silly, each recognizing the willingness to be vulnerable in the other. They each experienced a warm flush of affinity and pleasure. They had kissed that day, their lips cool and trembling in the frozen air, but with the startling intuition that something very important had passed between them.

One month later, Mr. Navreet gave Mrs. Navreet the gift of a sculpture he had fashioned out of ice collected in the North Forest. And on that day they promised to spend their lives together. Ever since, the North Forest had been a beautiful, serene, safe place for them. They had never had even one qualm about letting Felix play in the forest. In fact they both fantasized that he would take the girl he would one day love to the forest and have his first kiss there. But now, tonight, as they stood on the porch and watched the teams of fairies break off and go onto different paths toward the forest, they felt nothing but fear and dread thinking about their son in the North Forest.

Eryn Fallway was having a bad summer. All her girlfriends were busy training in their inherited or chosen guilds. Every day when her friends finished their shifts, they came by Eryn’s house for a chat. They went on and on about all the exciting things they were learning. And how mean their supervisors were, how cute the boys were, how formidable the elders were. Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought Eryn bitterly. She smiled at her friends, happy for them, wishing she could share in their enthusiasm. But at the end of the detailed accounts of their busy days, Eryn had nothing to report. She didn’t train at a guild. She hadn’t chosen her guild yet. She’d had a boyfriend at the end of the school year but three days into summer break he had dumped her for one of the girls in his guild. So Eryn had nothing to do but help her mother and dad around the house, neither of whose guild she was interested in, or baby-sit the little boy next door when his mom went to market. What a disappointing summer: no parties, no dances, no going to the movies, no moonlit walks on Meditation Beach holding hands with someone special. Eryn thought about what her mother had said after Joel had broken up with her: “Maybe you’re meant to spend the next couple of months on your own, with no distractions, so you can discover your calling.” Eryn had just rolled her eyes. People had been asking about her calling for what felt like forever. Sure, it was true that most fairies had figured out what they were going to do by their 17th summer. But some of us take a little longer, Eryn muttered aloud, cringing at recent memories of teachers calling her a “daydreamer” and a “loafer.” Mr. Crowe had even advised her to stop reading fashion magazines and watching television. Eryn had been shocked and angry. He had made her feel frivolous and shallow. Indeed, she did look at style mags and watch tv, because those activities were far more acceptable than what she really wanted to do, which was stare off into space and let her mind drift. At least behind a magazine or a tv screen, no one could see her drifting. Eryn’s mother had noticed her tendency to “drift” when she was very young. “You’re miles away, aren’t you, dear?” her mother would say. Eryn would smile and make a greater effort to stay engaged.

Her parents were sympathetic at first. “Some people live more in their heads than in their bodies,” the school psychologist had told them. So they encouraged Eryn in the fine arts: dance, music, painting, drawing, writing, storytelling. But nothing appealed and Eryn kept drifting. Psychology, they thought, would suit her. But not psychology, nor philosophy, astronomy, sociology, theology: not of these captured her interest. They took her to the Wise Ones, the keepers of the spiritual mysteries. They studied her for weeks but their answer left Eryn’s parents more bewildered than ever.

“She has a great and rare gift,” they had assured them. “She will know how to use it when the time is right. She is not ready yet.” Eryn herself didn’t understand this answer. It sounded like a riddle that she was supposed to figure out. But she had no idea how. Her parents started treating her with an air of resignation they tried to pass off as patience. But she was a locked room and they didn’t have the key. Once she had tried to explain to her mother what happened when she “drifted.” “You know when you go to sleep at night and dream? And sometimes it’s dull and boring, and sometimes it’s wildly exciting? And you have to watch it, no matter what? It’s like that. Like someone else has the controller and you can’t change the channels. That’s what it’s like for me. I can’t stop watching. There’s something there in front of me, and I have no choice but to watch it.” “But what it is you see?” her mother had asked. “I don’t always remember. Sometimes it’s like a scene unfolding -- just a scene, like a room, or a building or a street or something. Other times it’s a person or an object or a animal.” “People you recognize?” Eryn shook her head. “Not so far. I’ve never seen anyone I know. The stuff I see -- it’s all unfamiliar. Like it’s from another world or another time. I don’t get it. Once I saw a tiny baby sleeping in the back seat of a car; another one was a man getting out of a car in front of a low building like a motel or something. A boy singing a song high up on a cliff. A key ring lying on a table cloth in a restaurant with three keys on it. A letter falling out of a pocket and going into a puddle. A teenage girl sitting in a bus station. Weird stuff.”

Her mother had looked at her as you would look at an adorable puppy with an ugly skin rash. Her mother didn’t have the slightest clue what it all meant either, and she was worried about all the time and energy these visions took up in her daughter’s life. What was she going to miss out on while she spent hours gazing at strangers and unfamiliar objects in visions? Eryn had told the Wise Ones everything she could remember about the visions. They had smiled kindly and nodded to each other. They had suggested she keep a journal of what she saw, to help her remember, which she had started doing right away. Her parents stopped taking her to psychiatrists and healers. She reviewed the notes she kept in her journal every so often. The visions seemed disjointed and crazy. But she kept up the practice and dated each entry she made, hoping that at some later date, she would learn something that would make it all clear.

Look to the next issue of Fairy Tales to see how Eryn and Felix come together!

   Did you see your faries on TV?

The media expressed the same interest in faires that our readers share. Did you see any of the press coverage?

November 20 - The fairies were featured in an article in the Calgary Herald
December 6 - The Hanna Herald, Terry’s home town newspaper wrote about the fairies and Terry’s success.
December 12 - The Ottawa CBC News told our fairy story and featured our customer Imogene
December 14 - The Ottawa A Channel had Terry and the fairies on their breakfast show.
December 24 - Regional Contact out of Ottawa did a 15 minute feature on Terry & Teresa and all the fairies and featured customers Jo Nuttall, Theresa Flaherty and her brand new daughter Pei.

Check out our press page on our website to see more. www.fairys.com/media/

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