Fairy short story (Part 1 Intro)

The sun beat down on our little fairy friend. She stretched and wiped the deep slumber from her eyes from the night before. She gently placed two teeny feet on the wooden floor of her small teapot home. She glanced around to see her usual plant friends thriving like ever before. The most important of all was the Dark Heart plant named Chaos. Chaos was well cared for at all times of the day. Little Elemina was tasked long ago with its nurturing and care. She did a fantastic job at protecting it against all costs. Even if that cost were to be one of her very own eyes. Long ago a band of elite rabid fairies attempted to break in and steal Chaos for precisely its name. This flower was unlike any other, should it fall into the wrong hands complete Chaos would ensue across the peaceful land of Oceania Quartz. There was of course a violent opposition to all this good and light. Those who wished Chaos to ensue and thrive in the drama were called Shifters. Shifters were among some of the most gruesome and nastiest of creatures. See, in the land of Oceania Quartz, every living beings true self shines through in appearance. In the case of shifters, should you be nasty on the inside, your outside visage reflects that. Inner beauty and outer beauty were one in the same. There were Shifters that learned how to mask themselves and lure others in through false pretenses. The truly golden hearted fairies had extra special vision that allowed them to see the truth behind everything. This was a special gift only bestowed on those deserving of it through their inner light work. These light workers were taught to help others see the truth, to see the light AND the dark. To know that one needs the other and neither can exist without it’s opposite. These individuals with the gift of sight saw through everything. They knew so much more than others and could relay that info in the best of ways so even the most daft of fairies could understand. These special little fairies were called Oracles. Oracles are all knowing, all seeing, and all understanding. The light workers and shifters were at constant war with one another. The oracles oversaw things from a higher up point of view from all the rest. So few and yet so very great. These were the masters of time and life seeking to teach others and uplift as many fairies as possible. Unconditional love is the game they play, not everyone understands, is capable of this or even desire it. The oracles were capable and willing to bestow and receive unconditional love. Some light workers got to work closely with the oracles, others could only dream of that position. Nothing was ever impossible in this land. Even the most rugged, ghastly, creatures could turn it all around and go through a metamorphosis. In this land, everything and anything was possible, so long as you put in the necessary work and BELIEVE.