Chapter 5.

A Nearly Dead Bud.

The crop field had dry and arid land. After Azazel was born, nothing seemed to want to be born. However, there was a small seed that, a year later, managed to bloom. It was a fairy that had been born in the middle of such a dead crop.

Mara did not want the kings to find out about this birth, so she decided to hide her record while she managed to figure out why a fairy had been born a year after that demon hatched.

The land had dried up, nothing bore fruit; it was as if it were the end of the reproduction of the four kingdoms.

This had indeed been reported, and small amounts of elements that could magically heal the land had indeed been sent, but the land refused to improve. It was something that caused a lot of concern at the time.

But one starry night, a small bud, as small as a river stone, began to open its petals like a flower, and a little fairy, as precious as the dawn itself, was born.

Mara took her in her arms. Perhaps this was the miracle she was waiting for, because after Elara was born, everything began to be born. You could almost blink and see a birth that corresponded to different realms. That was a blessing, so Mara, six months later, announced Elara's birth so that her records would not be so alarming.

The Tridents that had been born after the fairy were sent straight to nothingness to die because they did not want any mistakes, and clearly, if something was born on dead land, it could not have a good purpose. Therefore, they only kept the third crop that was born.

This was exactly for the three kingdoms.

Fortunately, no fairy had been born in that time, so Mara kept this birth hidden. She sent Elara inside the tree so that any memory that could connect her to that demon could not be recalled by her, and her size was kept frozen so that when she was registered she would look exactly like a fairy who had just been born and no one would be suspicious of her late registration.

The forest loved Elara. All the fairies were enchanted. The flowers gave her their petals to wear, and her laughter was medicinal, so she was given a small hut near the river of sleep for her to be raised and grow connected to her destiny as a fairy.

Mara swore that she had done the right thing. She visited her almost all the time along with ancient fairies who used to come and braid her hair. As they grew older, their hair began to lose the melanin, making it look like an illusion, with the root brown and the rest in a sky blue hue.

It was fascinating because each fairy had hair of different shades. Mara had golden hair, but some old women had purple hair, which strengthened the magic that lived within them.

Although the little fairy grew up surrounded by the love of the entire kingdom, sometimes she wanted to be taken to see the other three kingdoms. But Mara always told her that it was not still her time.

 Those words were used to calm the little girl, who splashed her feet in the river imagining what it would be like to visit the kingdom of the Tridents.

When she lay down in the grass and looked at the sky, she wanted her wings to be able to really fly and get to know the kingdom of the Celestials. Although sometimes, when night fell, she would go into small caves formed by rocks where some flowers grew to pretend that she was getting to know the Kingdom of Darkness, she was a very curious fairy.

But her wings had come with a defect: she could not fly like the rest of the other fairies.