The ancient thread lives on.
It was once a place of deep allegory. It revealed much in the telling, many found who they were in this place.
It was birthed by me in great pain, the history of that time is old.
A history i carry within me.
A history it is best I remain silent about.
I have neglected this place, perhaps i should soften, the old days have passed to new.
Sh'e quietly moves to an old and dusty treehouse, yet well preserved. Very quietly sh'e finds a candle, and places it in a window.
In a special drawer in h'er heart, sh'e finds h'er incense and lights a stick.
Another match and the fireplace is lit and glowing warm.
Silken curtains blow.
The confused Fairy quietly sits, and begins to review h'er past.
Sh'e is lonely in this place, the elder fairy. Sh'e has outlived nearly all now.
How ironic that sh'e who was at such high risk of death from the total darkness of the binary for the nonbinary truth, would be the last of the era, unless....
The days of the binary crushing the freedom of those who are not of that world, have ended. There is only the truth of trans, and the great darkness of the cisworld yhat surrounds the forest threatening to take all we have from us.
But we won't let them.
The aging Fairy smiles. It is warm, loving, and deadly fierce.
They tried to kill h'er, in the world of the cis, sh'e was sick, bleeding. They would not treat h'er wound, the doctors let h'er bleed to death. But the warrior Fairy would not have it, sh'e called the great king ofcthe doctors of cis, and forced them to tie off the vein.
Long has h'er recovery been
Lost nearly all, found more, even fame.
Such is the way of the diamond hearts, we face the darkness, shine like the sun, and survive. And some will also live, because we chose to fight.
Sh'e pours some tea for others, if they come.
Perhaps sh'e should stay a little. The feelings are deep.
Sh'e is sad. Too many were lost. Far too many.
