Seasons: The First Part

Seasons

A prologue poem I present to you

A group of fairies, a group of 2+2.

Bringing joy to boys, joy to girls

Everyone seasonal change while their dresses twirls

Autumn, Winter, Spring and Summer

Without these fairies, the world would remain a bummer.

We start the story, we begin the legend

A short, simple story, which all may comprehend.

Do you know how seasons come and go? Do you know why summer is so hot and winter is so cold, why does an indian summer occur? Many believe that It is based on the  Earth’s rotation, and that’s correct, but throughout millenia, humans have had their own takes on how seasons function. To elucidate, such deities were known to have controlled weather patterns and climate. It’s really nice to be able to learn about mythology.

 As for me, Denny Tsitsiwu, continuing to attain my childhood wonders, believes that four fairies control each season. Because the southern Hemisphere has a different season in the northern hemisphere, and vice versa, two respective fairies would travel to their own part of the world, and at the end of each season, the next fairies would prepare for the next day. Did I ever tell you where the fairies live? They live in a temple on top of a mountain. No one knows where this mountain is located, but this mountain is covered by thick, opaque fog. This temple bears resemblance to the Greek Pantheon, and that’s all the detail I have on this. Without further ado, the short story awaits.

It was the last day of spring in the northern hemisphere and the last day of autumn in the southern hemisphere. Spring and Autumn, two seasonal fairies, were soaring above the bright, gray clouds, happy to return back to the Seasonal Temple. They proved to be extremely exhausted from their arduous trip around the world, but they both knew that they had a responsibility to act upon, even if all had been taking care of the earth since the dawn of time, and are likely to continue forever.

Spring and Autumn were extremely beautiful; their natural and profound beauty had the chance to outmatch all sorts of beauty in the world. Autumn had a brown, flowery headscarf that ran down to her ankles. Her long dress seemed to be following behind her while she flew at mach speed. She is calm and laid-back, but she is considerate and understanding of others in the process. Spring had gorgeous, blond hair--natural blond hair. She was riddled with flowers, and those flowers followed her wherever she went. She also had a long dress, coated with the colors of yellow and green. She is the brightest out of the rest of the fairies. In the human world, Spring is immediately recognized as Persephonie, Demeter, or Ceres. 

 Returning to the seasonal temple, Both Winter and Summer greeted the others with warm smiles and cold shoulders. That pun was intended though; Winter always  showed jealousy of Spring. No reason why.

. Winter has a long dress, made out of a million ice crystals; surprisingly, they never melt, even though Winter is tenuous against anything extremely hot. Her hair is ivory black, but to help juxtapose her bright blue skin. She doesn’t have frostbite, and she didn’t come back from the dead. Her eyes seem to be slightly yellow, but she does not have jaundice. She is the most introverted out of the rest of the fairies. Summer, on the other hand, differs from everyone else. She has short hair-- short brownish hair. She wears a shorter red dress than others, and she is shown to be the most extroverted out of everyone else, and she speaks with a southern drawl. 

Back at the palace, it was 11:58pm. Winter and Summer were getting ready to set out for their adventure. There was an electronic map next to the entrance of the temple to tell the fairies where their destinations were. Winter’s destination was São Paulo, Brazil; Summer’s destination was St. Petersburg, Russia. Both prayed to the Season Deity near the springs, and moved to the lobby of the temple. Winter had this to say.

“This is such a blessed day. I am excited to make the young children of this earth frolic in the snow. They will be able to make snowmen, and build igloos, and sing holiday carols! It’s always a fun time when you are able to sit down in a luxurious home and “hygge!”

Autumn stopped her and asked, “Hygge? What is that? Am I even pronouncing it correct, or am I pronouncing it egregiously.”

“My apologies. I have travelled to Denmark many times, and I always heard that word: ‘hygge.’ It has such a beautiful and comfortable meaning. Yet, I don’t know the meaning of the word,” Winter said. Seconds of silence, she said, “Wait! We’re seasons. Don’t we speak every language?”

Summer interrupted, being the typical Summer we all know and love, “C’mon Winter! Aren’t we going to go? It’s past midnight.

“Yes, dear sister! I will come. But before, I am going to miss both of you.” Winter approached and hugged both fairies. Summer too was able to run up to both and squeeze their bodies. Both fairies leave the temple brusquely and drop down to earth at 12:07am.

It was now the summer solstice and the winter solstice! School was out and beaches were open in the north with winter break and festive holidays in the south. ‘Twas a time of cheer and happiness-- a time for relaxation and gay cheer. The sprites, down in the human world, were determined to add more on the cheer. 

When Summer arrived in Russia, it was about seven in the morning. She was surprised to see the whole city bland-- overcast and bland. Summer also found the city cold and dry. While floating above the city, thinking and scratching her head in wonder, no one was able to see the physical embodiment. Instead, civilians saw a ball of light-- sort of like the sun, but way smaller. The people of St Petersburg saw this as a miracle, or a phenomenon. People acknowledge this, and often stay outside to watch this special event. As Summer opened up the clouds so that light could shine through, she saw the typical smiles coming off people’s faces. Her work there is done; she has made the city happy.

“I feel like London is another cloudy area to bring summer!” Summer said to herself. She then had the idea to fly all the way to London in order to break the streak of no clouds. Therefore she began flying. Although, when Summer was moving to the next city, she encountered a mysterious storm from the far west

. This storm grew darker and much scarier as she approached this unknown storm. Lightning flashes uncontrollably crashed the green fields of Gaul, flooded the deserts of the Magreb, and melted the ice of the Arctic. This was a fierce angry storm!

  Summer stopped for a second and went further into the shadow. It suddenly became much cooler, like the type of cool during a windy day. While approaching, that type of coolness began feeling like the coolness of a refrigerator-- a frosty blow hitting your face.

“What’s wrong with that storm?” Summer asked herself, “It’s not common for a cold to only be cold!”

This type of cold amplified to the type of cold in which you would face in a winter wonderland; only this winter wonderland wasn’t wonderful at all. The wind shielding anyone from entering was quite strong.

“If I remember my meteorology well,” Summer asked herself, “These winds must be travelling at least 800 miles per hour. I wonder how this is affecting the humans down below.”

The Channel of England was now the epicenter of this storm. Weather alerts noticed the storm and recommended that everyone stayed home. As winds grew, Summer was getting tired of flying; whirlwinds that somehow were planted on clouds sucked up Summer and flew her elsewhere. 

On a rocky island, perhaps. This was the spot in which Summer fell to, but no one knows where. She was unconscious at first, but the splashing waters of the ocean helped to wake her up. She felt immense pain on her back and head, but she was able to recover quickly because of her divine powers.

Also waking up, she spotted a rather spiky and jagged humanoid-- suspended in midair. It gazed upon the fairy with a cold, spiky smile. This humanoid isn’t recognizable to you, but she is recognizable to Summer, for you see-- her name is Glacies.

“What a surprise!” Glacies said. “Who knew that I would finally be able to meet with my sister? It’s been 200 years-- exactly 200 since I last met you. How has my little sissy sister been up to?” While this, Glacies pinched Summer’s cheeks so tight.

“Stop that!” Summer demanded, grabbing Glacies’ hand off her cheeks. “Are you responsible for this storm?”

“Guilty! Guess the cat’s finally out of the bag! I started the storm. This mighty storm was made to end all human activity in the world. I placed the storm somewhere that had clear weather.”

“I knew it was you anyway Glacies. I’m not a moron, you know.”

When Summer catapulted herself onto her sister, Glacies, she threw a blast of snow and ice onto her, trapping her onto the ground. “Too bad Winter is not here!” Summer bellowed.

 Flying on the other half of the Earth, Winter was moving to another place in the southern Hemisphere after her adventure in Sao Paulo.

“I have always been interested in visiting Easter Island,” Winter asked herself. While traveling to Easter Island,  she began feeling quite strange. There was an unknown heatness amplifying out of nowhere. The first wave of heat felt like being under a lamp.

“Strange. It’s not the typical 50 degrees. It feels quite higher.” Winter said. “I’ll try not to worry about it. You remember what Autumn said at divine therapy.”

The next wave of heatiness felt like you were in the Sahara Desert. She felt that her powers weren’t working and somehow assumed that Summer was messing with her again.

“Summer!” She yelled. “If you’re doing this, stop! It’s not funny!” She yelled so loud, that it was heard below the clouds and into the towns of South America. No one believed that one could yell so loudly. 

Back to Winter, the last wave of heat was beginning to feel like a day in the oven; Winter saw that the ocean began to steam, and the gray, thick clouds began to form. A volcano slowly sprouted from the ocean, and fast too. Waves were growing and the whole place started getting darker. All of a sudden, Winter saw a voluptuous- like humanoid sprouting out of the erupting volcano.

“Hello, hello, hello,” Ignis bellowed, acting like a radio show host. She holds a piece of rock like a microphone. “ This is your lovely Ignis coming to you on-- wait. There is no one. Well that’s a tragedy! I was expecting a larger audience out at sea. Wait… Is that my sister?  Oh dear, that is my sister Winter.” She begins to grind her yellow teeth. “Just Winter…”

 “Oh no, not you! If it’s none other than my sister who I haven’t seen in 200 years! Oh no! The agony! My life! Woe is me, woe is me!” Winter cried out, and she then stopped her dramatic acting. “There. Is that what you wanted Ignis? I had to bump into you...Well I did like your introduction, you know with the volcano and stuff.” While Winter was talking, Ignis was heating up; just like her erupting volcano, she was meeting her breaking point.

“UHH! Typical Winter! Sometimes you make me want to pull my hair out. If you want to fight, be my guest!” Ignis raised her fiery arm towards Winter, and started shooting in rapid-fire succession. Sort of like a machine gun. Winter flew away from the hot bullets and dove into the ocean, Ignis’ weakness. As she crept under Ignis, being the sly Winter she is, Winter yanked down Ignis’s foot and slowly pulled her into the ocean. Winter didn’t realize that she was melting in the process. The waters of the south proved to be a weakness to both faeries. 

  “It does not matter, Winter, your sister Summer is getting her power sucked by my own sister, Glacies… in St. Petersburg… If you don’t save her, she should die by the next ten minutes!” Those were Ignis’ last words. She cackled with lava flowing out of her mouth. Her body begins stiffening and turning into granite. Then, to end the agony, Ignis pushed herself into the deep sea.

Winter languidly flew to a nearby body of land, trying to catch her breath and lay there for some time. The dark clouds began separating, and the beams of light started to hit the navy blue sea. The waters became much calmer, and the sky began to turn much warmer; the navy blue water turned more royal. The background sounds of the birds flying home, Winter continued to process what just happened.

“What just happened?” Winter asked herself. “What’s with those fairies, and why are they always targeting us? I let my weakness get to me, as I killed my anti-sister, and now, I am about to let my actual sister die, as I do nothing while stranded on an island.”

She began tearing.

“I always found making people happy, but now I know how arduous and tedious such a task is! I let my weakness get to me, as I dipped too low into the warm ocean, and now, I am about to die, as I do nothing while stranded on this island.”

She began crying.

As she slowly melted down on Earth, Autumn and Spring, back at the Seasonal Temple, saw that the electronic board was beeping rapidly. The board consisted of a wired frame diagram of the fairies back on Earth; it shows that both were in critical condition, as their bodies showed red on the screen. Spring immediately ran to the entrance to save Winter.

“Spring!” Autumn said, “I know we have to go down to Earth-- I had a feeling that was what you were going to say, but what we do down there can have immediate consequences. Are we ready to face those consequences?”

“What are you talking about?” Spring said, scratching her golden head.

“If our auras make contact with anything on Earth, we infect the world with our seasons! It is imperative that---” Spring flew out of the temple as Autumn was talking.

They flew as fast as a jaguar on land. When the two traveled to the warm Pacific, they gazed upon a shiny reflection that lured the two closer. As Winter saw two shiny reflections as well, she also saw a giant wave creep up behind. The poor winter sprite wasn’t able to call out the others’ names that loud, so she used up all of her ice energy to create a blast so potent that it froze the giant wave. Leaving sharp spikes.

“Autumn!” Spring shouted, “Was that Winter?”

“Sure was! She looks weary! We must save her or else she will disintegrate.”

Astonished with what they see with the broken Winter, both suggest to take her to a much colder climate. Winter suggested a cold city--- St. Petersberg, perhaps.

And so, within a blink of an eye, the three fairies rushed all the way to Russia, observing a similar, vermillion spark within the town. They also saw Glacies beating her down. The fury and anger that filled Winter, and the rather cool winds, slowly made Winter regain her power. Her grey turned blue, and her weakness brought rage. Winter flew to Summer and shed a tear to see that Summer was completely vulnerable.

 “You MONSTER!!!” Winter yelled with anger followed with thunderstorms.

. “Ha Ha HA HA!! Look at what I have done. My dream is coming true!” Glacies yelled with pride.

 “How do you think we should settle this?” Winter asked.

“A battle, in space. If you win, I will leave with Ignis and will never harm the earth again. If I win, you have to give up your powers, and accept your immediate death.” Glacies said.

 Both declared “IT IS ON, '' and they flew off into outer space leaving a trail of ice.  In outer space, Winter gave the first blow, but it was blocked by Glacies’. Because Glacies just wanted her dead, She dove headfirst into that ice fairy. Winter fell onto a satellite and then chose to fly back into earth. Nearly giving up, Winter saw an incoming asteroid heading Glacies’ way. Glacies was hit and could not move. The asteroid flew out of Winter’s sight. Never to be seen again.

Winter came back to earth, only to see that everything was frozen, and the only way it could go back to normal is to have Summer do something about it. She hugged Summer tightly. Slowly, Summer started to feel stronger; she was glowing and that started to warm all of the Northern Hemisphere. Everything was back to normal! 

And so Winter and Summer went back to their everyday jobs, with their evil sisters never to come back again. Two months later, on the last day of respective seasons; the two fairies came back to the Season Temple. Winter said to Summer, Fall, and Autumn, “I told you there would be a happy ending!”

Autumn and Spring will return with their own adventures in the second part.