Sh'e is surprised.
It was h'er domain, this place, this creation.
It was three years ago, sh'e came to the great world of the city and the forest. The city of trans, divided by a great chasm, where those of the city would cross into the forest, and question, as they searched their own identity, and tried to form ours from what they understood of theirs.
A human thing, an innocent thing, but it was a disaster in the end. The guardians of the city and the forest know this now, they are wiser, they are watching.
The Fairy shivers. Sh'e had been exiled, it was long, a half a year, as sh'e had said the wrong things, sh'e has always been controversial, and sh'e has a deep rage inside h'er that can be a very destructive force. Rage birthed of fear, and of old bullying, of deep wounds that have never healed, sh'e had been tortured by the world of the cis.
Breathe, Satinjoy, breathe. Deep breath.
In a deep place in the forest, there are the graves of some that have passed from this world into another, and some who have lost their lives. Such is the tragedy of trans, whether unicorn, or whether of the world of the city, it is part of the hard lives we live. Sh'e avoided this forest for a while, greiving the lost and the others who were exiled, many for life.
It had been a terrible thing, the war in the forest. In many ways it is probably still not safe to talk about it. But the Fairy senses there has been a change in the forest, something is different. Sh'e wonders how safe it is.
Those from the war, on both sides of it, the war that should not have ever been, many of them are gone.
Some will hate the Fairy forever, sh'e was at the center of it all, the focus point, for many, many had thought sh'e was fully she, and were forcing her to accept that, when the truth is, sh'e is and always has been sh'e. But fear for the sanity of the Fairy gripped the hearts of those who love h'er, and they defended, and retaliated, and flamed.
The forest burned. Scorched, and then, silence came. Silence and deep greif. The embittered exiles moved on to another place, one that is not discussed, nor with the Fairy reveal it, out of respect for the ones charged with watching and protecting the remnants of the great unicorn forest. And the war continued on, and became evil and dark.
Sh'e was not a part of it. It was hidden from h'er, and it shall be so forever, sh'e wants no part in such things. Only to learn the lessons that must be learned, so that it will never ever be repeated, for the Good of All Trans.
Sh'e stepped forward to the doorstep of h'er treehouse, finding an acorn from h'er old friend. A gentle smile comes to h'er lips.
Sh'e spreads h'er wings, the wild fairy of the forest, and takes off over the top of this old, and cherished place.
What will become of the unicorns? There is deep history here, rich in its wisdom and knowledge. And in this very special place, this place where fantasy meets truth, character revealed, life lived and emotions released, the life of this forest lives on. And I hope it lives on forever.
Sh'e is the Fairy, sh'e did not create this place, but much of it was h'ers, a vision of a time long ago where we needed to come out and be freed.
Is is where lives are lived, greif and joy and revelation and gladness.
Sh'e silently flies over the forest, ready to begin again. Sh'e lives for the Good of All Trans, in this world, in the dangerous world of the cis, wherever sh'e is needed, sh'e lives it.
Far below sh'e sees the statue of Nero, and draped across it, an old and bleeding angel, a mystery to her. The owl is there, the elf is upon the paths, and someone sh'e does not yet know is repairing the edges of one of the great paths.
Will they find the great places of the forest? The deep pond where the water nymph lives? The treacherous path to the mountain where the final work of the wizards changes flesh into flesh that matches the soul? Past the gatekeepers guarding that way?
Will they find the tree of hormones? The mirror of their truth, where they look and see their souls?
The cliff edges of sanity, where one mis step, and the stress of transition will allow you to fall, sometimes to your very death?
A wild and dangerous and untamed place was the forest of old. Filled with firey souls, passionate creatures of every possible imagination, all here to find their truth, and lead the way down the dangerous paths of transition, into the secret gardens of the mind and spirit where joy comes in the morning.
Walk your paths well, and spread your wings.
Sh'e is back.