The fairy walks the treacherous path of nonbinary transition. He guide, the endo, walks along side, knowing the delicacy of her body, the frailty and complexity of its age, and its thinness. For a year and a half, he has carefully fine tuned the mixtures from the tree of hormones, raising their power as he seeks to repair the mess that was made so many, many years ago, when the fairy's heart first began to beat, in the darkness and embracing of her mothers womb.
The fairy walks the path, skirting the edge of the cliffs on the mountain, injecting now from the tree of hormones, the tree of her life, the guide closely monitors the levels of her blood.
She is weary, she is exhausted from her ordeal in the confrontation of her true gender, the acceptance of her unicorn heart. She stumbles on the edge, something is wrong, something she did not create....
Her mind races, out of control, her already deep emotions turning on her, she begins to wobble. She spreads her exausted wings to catch herself, but her head begins to spin, her body utterly spent long ago, fighting the fight of trans, the battles for hearts....
Heart beating a million miles an hour, tears welling up, sh'e wobbles on the edge. A gentle gust of loving wind, and she faints.
Falling, fallings, the jagged rocks below her, passed out from the terrible overdose from the tree of hormones, her mind spinning out of control.
She has fallen....
Her friends watch helplessly as the light reflects from her wings, they run, they know it is too late, the injections have done their accidental goal....
A hand reaches out from far above. The sun intercedes, plucking her out of the air, pulling her out of the forest, out of the city, faster and faster into the stars above, into His very heart.
A voice whispers in the forest:
"I have h'er now, sh'e is my daughter, I will not allow h'er to be harmed. I will give h'er back to you, but only when I finish healing h'er, I sent h'er to you, sh'e is mine. Sh'e must be safe in the forest before I return h'er to you. Learn from this, and be careful."
The fairy, passed out in the hands of God, her heart broken but mending, mind racing but slowing, emotions spinning, life changing, the fairy sleeps in the hands of God.
The creatures running reach the bottom of the cliff.
Sh'e is gone.
Love to all here. I will return when I have healed and it is safe. Keep this place sanctuary, attack no one, preserve the forum, and rise above all.
I love you.
SJ-Satinjoy