Fairies Legend of Saffira
By AdamIvehag
Fairies
Legend of Saffira
©2025 Adam Ivehag
Publisher: BoD· Books on Demand, Östermalmstorg 1, 114 42 Stockholm, Sverige, bod@bod.se
Print: LibriPlureos GmbH, Friedensallee273, 22763 Hamburg, Tyskland
ISBN:978-91-8097-153-9
Chapter1 Wondersatnight
Somewhereinthe forestsofIreland,a manissleepinginhis cabin. It’s farinthe past andheisabout to open hiseyes....
He sits up, what arough morninghethinks to himself.
It’s springtime, butthisparticular morningisratherchilly. He looks around andgoesovertothe stovetoget thefirestarted andmakesomebreakfast.
It’s still earlyand thesun haslittlemorethangoneup. Fora musician such as himselfgettinga jobwas noteasyand he would mostly have to spendhis timeasa daylabourer. He lookedinthe mirror andthought what amessehGeorge. Acomband aquick shavesoon made that better.
He satdownatthe tableand atehis breakfast; it consistedof porridge, afew slices of baconand acup of coffee.Thenhe proceededtotakeofthe robe he hadput on as he went outofbed, andput on an oldsuit, puta little cologne on andwentout thedoor with hisviolin in hand.
Hishomewas acabin in thewoods andashecameout he putthe saddle on hishorse he kept in asmall stable outfront.His cabin wasofa classictimberdesignwitha single window on theback.
When one enteredhis bedwould be on theright,his stoveand othernecessitiesand wardrobe on theleftand atable in frontofthe window straight aheadwithtwo chairs,not that he wouldoften have company.
Along thelittle road ahead whereforests then deep woodswith pine treesoneachside.
He comesintotownand ties up hishorse.
Then continuesdownthe street andknocks on adoor.
WelcomeinGeorgesaysa voiceasthe door opensand he stepsin.
Howpleasanttosee you againMsMacNamara andMrs O’Brien.
Excuse me I’mheading outsaysyet anothervoice.
Have alovelyday Mr O’BriensaysGeorgeasthe mantipshis hat andheads outand MrsO’Brien chimes in with:and take good care,I’llsee youfor dinner.
Shallweget started? asks George.
Certainlyrepliesthe womanand showshim in to aroom whereher daughter is waitingalready with violin in hand.
Let’sbegin with thetuninghesaysand takesa seat.
It canbealittle tricky as it is kind of backwardsbut I’msureyou will getitsoonenough.
Place theViolin betweenyourshoulderand chin likethis. It shouldbeabletostaythere withoutany help from thehands.
Hold thebow gently with yourfingers like this,inthisposition.
Letmehelpyou, ah yesthere it is.
Nowplace thebow on astringand move it firmly yetgently with a smoothmotion. That’s right.The little girl turned andlookedather mother andsaid: Look mommy! I’m playing!
That’s very gooddear, I’llbeinthe next room if youneed anything said hermotherand left.
George spentthe next twohours practicing with thelittle girl, teaching herproperform, thelocations of thenotes,and afirst song that shecould practiceonher ownuntil hernextlesson.
Themotherthencamebackinand offereda cupoftea that George happily accepted.She paid himfor hisservices andout he went.
That washow it worked,hewould go from place to place teaching andworking.Helefthis violin with theladysoitwould be safe while he went to oneofhis otherjobs. Anew housewas being constructedand here washis chance to make afew more coinsthis day.
He went up to theforeman.
Wouldyou by anychanceneedanextra pair of handssir?
That depends… Kanyou work ahammerand liftbeams?
Iwould thinksoansweredGeorge.
Well Iwill give you atry he said.
George worked allday until thelateafternoon.
It wasa harshjob andthe foremankeptyellingateveryone.
As he wasgoing he sawa worker readinga newspaperand asked: what’s newinthe world?
Theman replied: Well they soon have anew fire brigadeinDublin apparently,and anew Concerthallisopening in Belfast. Who knowsGeorgie maybe you’ll gettoplaythere some day.
Sounds good to me said George with asmile.
He walked downthe street,packedhouses on each side andhorse wagons rolling past in each directionleavingsmelly pilesone needed to be carefulnot to step in.
He knockedagain on thedoorhehad been at earlier, anditwas openedbythe man.
What canI do foryou then?
Ileftmyviolinherefor safekeepingsir,repliedGeorge.
Theman lookedaround himselfand spottedthe instrument.
Here you go he said as he handed it over.
Thankyou said George anddid aslight bowashereceivedit.
Have alovelyevening he continuedasheturned.
Youtoo said theman out of courtesy whofound George abit strange.
George heardthe sound of thedoorclosing behind him.
He walked caught up in hisown thoughts.Thoughtsabout Performinginthe concerthall. Thoughtsofthe future.
He almost gotrunoverand apologized as theman with thewagon yelledsomething afterhim.Georgereached hishorse after purchasinga fewfooditems andstarted theridehome.
He wasindeepthought thewhole wayhome. As he arrivedheled thehorse back to its place. Then removedthe saddle andwent indoors. He prepared some dinner,after alongday he was absolutely starving.A northerner hadtoldhim how much the people in hiscountry liked to usedill andithad become ahabit of hisown as well.The smellofdill andboilingpotatoesand of meat andvegetablesseemedheavenlyto himinthatmomentand he enjoyedhis meal thoroughly.
He then practiced hisviolin abit, read abookthathehad almost finished andstarted gettingready forbed.his othersuit, forhehad but twowas almost dry.
he wouldwearone while washingthe other. He prepared his clothesand finished theday by relieving himselfand goingtobed.
He thought theair wasa bitpoor so he left thewindowopen, with everyintension of closingitagain before sleeping.
However, he soon foundthatitwouldnot be so forhewas already asleep.Fortunately,the nightwas warmer than before as the summerheathad just startedarrivingthatveryday.The sunwent downand allwas dark.Inthe little hoursthere seemed to be a flickering light.
George woke up andsaw somethinghedid notbelieve existed.
Imuststill be sleepinghethought,but he wasn’t.
AFairy.Inthrough theopenwindow hadcomeasmall glowing fairy. Shewas notwhathehad expected.Uponher head wasa helmet with anoseguard connectedtoeye protectionand the helmet wasswoopingdownonthe sidesofthe face making it remind himofa Corinthian helmet.Instead of horsehair on top therewas somethinglikea butterfly wing of metal. Themetal of thehelmetwas greenand glossy.The wing on topoutlined and detailedinblack.Fromunderneath herhelmether long hair came out.Onher back apairofbutterfly like wings almost as tall as herself. Theiredgeswereblack andtheir centre themysterious greenofa peacockfeather.The black edgeswerewavyand swoopedout to little curlsatthe bottomand ever so slightly at the topaswell. On herchest wasa corset shaped breastplateof intricatedesignprotectingher stomach. Beneatha vertically stripedblack andgreen skirtreached herknees andweremet by black bootscut diagonally at thetop andfeaturing ashortstocky heel andlongpointytoe.Incolours matching theother clothes. On herhands were delicate gloves reaching theelbows. They where also cutdiagonally andfeatureda dark greenstripealong theupper edge of theotherwise black gloves.
In otherfeaturesshe looked as youmight imagineanIrish girl to do.
SomewhereinIreland in acabin, Georgeisgetting readyfor bed and is about to haveanencounter he won't soonforget. MeetGeorgea regular working man who enjoys musicand Saffiraafairy warrior in the in the queens royalguard. Togetherthey set out on amission from the queen that will determine the futureofthe fairies Fairies, Legend of Saffira. in:
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