A few centuries ago, there was a little poor boy named Tommy
who lived in a little town on the coast of Ireland. One sunny morning, Tommy
was skipping to school on the stone pathway when he thought he heard a whisper.
He looked around, and found nothing but the brick wall to his right. He
proceeded to skip to school when he came across a boulder the size of a wagon wheel in the
middle of the stone pathway. Tommy took the same path every day for the past three years and had never seen this boulder before.
Curious yet
hesitant, Tommy carefully tiptoed around the boulder to find a little twinkling
fairy hiding behind it. The fairy’s long hair was platinum blonde and almost
covered her ocean blue dress, which was the same color as her eyes. Tommy was
about to say something when the fairy reached up and put a finger to his lips.
“Shhhhhh.
Be quiet. I am trying to hear something,” she said. Tommy was incredibly
confused at this point. All of a sudden, Tommy heard a faint whisper that said,
“Now is the time.”
“Wait… you
are the chosen one?” the fairy asked. Tommy was still confused.
“I have
absolutely no idea what you are talking about,” Tommy replied.
“Well, I was
waiting to hear from the wind fairy. That whisper you just heard was the wind
fairy, telling me who the chosen one is,” the fairy said.
“The chosen
one? What does that even mean? I don’t even know who you are!” Tommy said.
“My name is
Ophelia. Let me explain,” Ophelia replied. She then told him that she had been
looking for the chosen one for about a year. The chosen one was the child who
could turn seashells into gold so that the fairies could all be freed from the giants.
“But why am
I the chosen one?” Tommy asked.
“Because
the wind fairy told me so. And she knows everything. Now we just have to find
some shells for you…” Ophelia said as she started fluttering away. Tommy
quickly followed her, assuming she was heading towards the shore.
Sure
enough, Ophelia was in fact headed towards the shore. Once they arrived at the
beach, Tommy could feel the cool sand underneath his feet. Ophelia picked up a
few seashells and placed them in Tommy’s right hand.
“What am I
supposed to do with these?” Tommy asked.
“Um… I am
not entirely sure. Just try concentrating really hard. Maybe think of a really
happy memory – your happiest memory,” Ophelia said.
Tommy
furrowed his brow and thought about the moment when he learned how to tie his
shoes. Within a matter of seconds, the small seashells in his hand turned into
little pebbles of gold.
“YOU DID
IT! Now we can save the other fairies from the giants!” Ophelia exclaimed. Over the next few
days, Ophelia gathered enough seashells to turn into gold to finally save all
of the fairies. To thank Tommy for all of his help, she gave him a little kiss
on his cheek and he immediately blushed.
From that
point on, whenever Tommy needed help or guidance, all of the fairies were happy
to help and look after him.
Bibliography: "Tommy Pritchard" from Welsh Fairy-Tales and Other Stories by Peter H. Emerson; link to the reading online