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Pixie Lore
Favorite Pixie Handmade Jewelry Quote: "And the Fairies are rhythmic creatures. They may not be approached through prose alone. The pulse of fairy-life beats in swaying rhythmic verse. So in this book will be found tales of Elves and witchery strung like precious fairy jewels on a gossamer thread of pale moonbeam, alternating with tiny beads of clan song, madrigal, and charm. And this wonder necklace, this chain of fairy gems flashing with morning dew, may it delight our children by its freshness." Frances Jenkins Olcott, "Wonder Tales from Fairy Isles", 1929. The Peak of Qumulo The witch Nimbus was angry! Long had the Pixies of the Fay tormented her ambitions. That would change, when she drives them from the Fay. After her defeat in turning the world upside down, she intended to destroy the land by blocking the sun.Now she stood on the Peak of Qumulo, over looking all of the Fay. She raised her staff over her head and summoned "All powers that are, serve my command now." With that, a dark cloud started rushing from her staff and hands. That is when she saw the Pixie carrying the lamp. Even as the daylight grew darker, the glow of the lantern was fading. Quickly, the witch moved in the direction of the lantern. When she could see it no more, she kept looking. "Where is this Pixie hiding?" cried the witch. Then she saw the lamp to her right. She tried to strike it with lightening, but her wand was creating a bigger and bigger very dark cloud. "I'll have you with my bare hands," She declared. As she moved to her right, the lamp disappeared again. This happened over and over for a long period of time. Finally, the witch was lost in a huge, very dark cloud. She managed to stop more cloud from being made, but she was still lost. She was trying to retrace her steps when she saw the lantern. She fired a bolt of lightening right at it. There was a deafening crackle of thunder. Then, she saw it on the other side, and fired a bolt of lightening in that direction. She saw it again, more lightening and the rumblings of thunder. The witch was so frustrated by the Pixie, that in either fit of rage, or the breaking of her sole, she began to cry. The land beneath was nourished by rain. This is the story that pixie children are told. This is why Dark Clouds, filled with bolts of lightening, rain and thunder, roam the earth when the witch passes over. The witch in the very dark cloud can be seen today. Next time the sky is rumbling, just look outside and remember Nimbus, the witch. The Training of the Humming Bird A young pixie was watching the birds and butterflies from her mossy perch. She noticed a small bird. It landed to taste the nectar of some flowers near the ground. Suddenly, a fox trapped the bird under its paws. The teeth of the fox were just an inch away from the bird when the pixie flew by and hit the fox in its nose. The fox chased after the Pixie and the bird was saved. The Pixie went to the bird and said, "Why do you land on the ground? You are such a small bird that the ground is not safe for you." The bird replied that he must have nectar from flowers to survive. The only way to get nectar was to land beside the flowers and drink the nectar. The Pixie said, "You must not land on the ground. I will show you how to fly in a way that you can sip nectar from the highest blossoms, and never worry about getting close to the ground." The Bird asked, "How can I sip nectar while I'm flying? I can't stay still, I will fall." The pixie took the bird to a small meadow. There the pixie showed the bird how to arch its back and point its tail. After a while the bird would dart up to a flower, stop and drink nectar while flying. The Pixie laughed and called to the bird, "Bird, you do well, but the noise of your wings has changed to a hum. I will call you the 'Humming Bird'." Pixie Revels on the Gump Young Arzhel was walking home late one night. He was tired even as his journey was beginning. Home was still 2 hours away. He considered cutting through the forest, even though he had heard the tales of dread and despair that the elders told of the forest during the dark of night. He stayed on the road. After a few minutes of telling himself that stories were just stories and the forest is the same by the light of day and the dark of night, he turned to his left and ducked under a branch. He had entered the forest. Arzhel knew that if he walked to the right side of the gump, he would be back on the road in no time and much closer to home. As he started to pass by the gump, he saw a faint light further up the slope. Curious of who may be there, he walked in that direction. As he got closer, he started to hear, or maybe feel, some type of music! It was difficult to tell, and just as difficult to describe. The "music-feeling" seemed to calm his fears and at the same time he found that every move he made was in rhythm with the sound! Either it changed pace as he did, or he changed pace as it did. Arzhel could not tell which. A little closer, and he started hearing voices. He ducked down and moved closer slowly. When he could tell he was coming to a clearing, he was surprised not to see the owners of the voices. Then, as he looked at the fire, he saw them! Dancing around the fire were people only inches high! He had come upon a festive gathering of Pixies. He was seeing a Pixie Revel on the Gump! The sparkle to the left of the fire caught his eye. There he saw a somewhat larger pixie collecting gold and silver piece. Other pixies were bringing him gemstones! Diamonds, rubies, emeralds, all brighter then any fire. The pixies were placing all this treasure in a cloth sack. Upon seeing this, Arzhel thought to himself, "This must be the Pixie Jewels! If I had that treasure, I would be richer than a king!" After a time, all of the pixies were dancing in a ring around the fire. The sack of treasure was sitting near a bush. Arzhel made his way around to that bush. As he watched the pixies dance, he slowly reached for the sack. Soon, he gripped it in his hand and picked it up. The sack was heavy. It made a slight jingle as the sides of the sack shifted the gems and metals inside. He looked at the pixies; they were still dancing around the fire. Slowly, Arzhel started to back away from the pixie revel before him. He was almost out of sight when he heard the bullfrog! "Geeereeerrrooocckh"! Arzhel looked at the pixies. All dancing had stopped and they were all looking at him! Arzhel began to run. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw the pixies chasing him. He could hear them getting closer and closer. They were going to catch him! That's when he fell... He awoke in the sunshine. His head hurt. With his right hand, he could feel a goose egg on the right side of his forehead. He could see dried blood on a rock and the ground. In his left hand, he held a sack! While kneeling on the ground, he pulled the sack directly in front of him. As he opened the sack, dried leaves started blowing away from inside. He reached in only to find more dried leafs and cockle shells. For years, Arzhel never spoke of that night. Finally as an old man, he shared his stories. He would delight his grandchildren with tales of the Pixie Revel and the sights and sounds he witnessed. He was always quick to advise, "Never walk in the woods after dark!" Ellen's Toadstools The King had ordered that all gold coins be turned over. It was another tax. Ellen had saved for years. She had two coins from her mother, and one she had earned in three harvest seasons at Fyfe. She had hidden these coins, but knew that they could be found. She woke the next morning with the dread that her coins would be found and she would be imprisoned. Then she saw the Pixie! The tiny figure had her coins, and they were lying right in the open! She could hear the sound of horses, sharp voices and the King's Men. A tear started in the corner of her eye, and as a drop fell the Pixie was quick to catch it. The Pixie then picked up the three coins and flew from the Kitchen to the back yard. At the same time, Ellen was summoned to the front door by the soldier's voices. They searched her home for gold that was to be collected as taxes. When they found none, one of the soldiers stomped thru the toadstool patch in the back yard, destroying most of them. As they left, Ellen went to her back yard. Under the old maple tree, she saw the toadstool patch. It had not been there before. Most of it was mud and crushed fungi. There were still three toadstools left and they had beautiful caps! Ellen knew that these toadstools were her gold coins! As she grew old, she would cut just one toadstool cap at a time. When she washed the fungi, it turned into a gold coin. Ellen lived well and never feared the Tax Collector again. If you would like to find treasures among your toadstools, just visit our Handmade Jewelry Store.
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