ShaDoWhn saidI dont think is in Disney commercial interest but that fairy tale should totaly exist!
Wish granted, ShaDoWhn! This is a story of two men, Ian a human , and Renot, a half-race of Faerie.
"Typical of Faerie, her habits were of the self contained. Ttenet passed through the great room, then through enormous glass windowed doors into Renot’s semi tropical gardens. Out the main gate she lightly ran, across the green sward and to the woods’ edge. There she called to the world’s corner and one came; a fanning movement, its mirrored self opening like wings. Ttenet went from Here to There.
For a few minutes, Renot and Ian, coffee cups in hand, stood in the garden after watching Ttenet leave. Renot felt the usual amusement at Faerie exhibiting its usual crassness. Ian stood in slack jawed amazement. It was only the second time he’d watched someone leave this way. Renot’s eyes twinkled, observing this. Ian’s thrill was his as well, all of Here becoming bolder, fabulous when seen through the lens of Ian.
And again, all of a sudden, he was with Ian; inside him. Ian’s eyes widened as he gathered Renot in emotionally. A vast happiness threatened to overwhelm him. A precipice of feeling passed below his full heart; ‘overwhelmed’ succumbing to rapture as Ian explored Renot’s feelings from inside Renot. The experience was, of course, impossible, the perspective unlike anything he’d ever known and Ian was galvanized. For the first time in his emotionally cloistered existence, he saw emotion in all its cognizant planes, how each complemented the other in some grand design and felt content, even as he watched every block and stone, wall and rampart fall away inside himself. That he even could comprehend in this manner would have surprised Renot’s father, Juladd, but no one could have been as surprised as Ian. Tears coursed from his eyes.
He hung his head as his mind replayed a hundred, no, a thousand scenes of missed opportunity to connect with people and so release himself from his own prison. But comprehension was missing in these past events, so all could be let go; absolved. This came from Renot, in calm waves, as he took Ian’s arm and led him back to the house. Ian roughly scrubbed the wetness from his face and grinned. Life was a great surprise; he was in love. On the ground behind them, its existence sure to confound Ian more than any other event so far, was a shard of golden brown stone. A Faerie tear lay in the emerald grass."
excerpt from The Silver Dish by Doug of meninlove